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Lead Me To It
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By Gary James Smith
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Lead Me To It

Lead me to it and speak to me through it
Thy Word O Lord my delight
Wherein is found a relief for sin
Through Jesus our glorious Light
While our nature is doomed from birth
Until we are born again
When the Spirit of God indwells each believer
In Jesus blessed name...amen!

To know you are on your way to Heaven
Is a  most blest thought indeed
To have ...God...Himself as a Given
What more could any man need
To live youth in the will of a Father
Who gave of His own precious Son
No greater blessing can ever be obtained
Then to be saved by the Crucified One

O that Thy Word were a magnet
To draw men unto Thee
And that their focus would be centralized
On the Cross of Calvary
The preaching of the Cross is foolishness
To them that perish says your Word
But to us who believe it's the power of God
The greatest story ever heard!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright February 28  2020  6:22 AM


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Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2020

Last Updated: Saturday, February 29, 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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