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The Deepest Hurt
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By Gary James Smith
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The Deepest Hurt

The deepest hurt of a wounded heart
Can have a healing balm
And be restored to newness of life
That hitherto was unknown
By the Holy Spirit of God
Grace gives us perfect peace
When we repent of our wayward ways
The joybells never cease

For thanksgiving becomes spontaneous
When we've been forgiven for sin
Our abundant life spreads abroad
From our meaningful life within
For who cannot share with another
Of the love of God in Christ
Who though He knew no sin Himself
Became for us sins Sacrifice

We can always have a live stream with God
For from the moment of our sins confessing
The blood of Christ which cleanses from sin
Procures a continual fountain of blessing
His Spirit quickens and makes alive
Hallelujah what a Saviour
Help me Lord to do your will
And to be found in God's favor!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright December 10 2019  2:15 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Last Updated: Tuesday, December 10, 2019

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca


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