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A Poemsetta
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By Gary James Smith
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A Poemsetta

A poemsetta is a vase of words
Crafted by a poet
Filled with the aroma of forgiveness 
Every saved sinner knows it
A permeating fragrance there
From which flows out joy and peace
The love of God etched in blood
Pure cleansing for sin's release

God's love never more magnified
Than in the glory of the Cross
Our sustenance the Holy Spirit
Enabling us to live victorious
Fresh are the flowers everyday
Stemming from our poemsetta
Words exchanged accordingly 
In regards to the Alpha and Omega

Unlimited as to their supply
They all lead to the Saviour
Who endured the Cross so willingly
That we might know God's favor 
Not hard to gather up a handful
To place in the poemsetta vase
For who cannot offer up thanksgiving
To own His worthy cause...

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright February 7  2020  7:15 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Friday, February 7, 2020

Last Updated: Saturday, February 8, 2020

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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