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It's Not About How Much You Know
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By Gary James Smith
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It's Not How Much You Know

It's not how much you know but who you know
How often we've heard it said
And I've benefited by that as well
In various jobs that I've had
So imagine the deal about Heaven
If it's where you want to go
It's not a matter of your own knowledge 
It's a matter of who you know

Can you believe the partnership 
That God is willing to share
When you put your faith in Jesus Christ
That you'll have an inheritance there 
Nothing like a face of a friend
To bring satisfaction in view
There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus
That will do even more for you

I've placed my arm around someone
And introduced them as my friend
An automatic camaraderie exits
At the welcoming of Him
And how much more that glad reunion
Upon my Resurrection day
When praise God it was Him I knew
Who led me all the way!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright March 18  2020  7:05 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Last Updated: Sunday, March 22, 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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