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Praise God Christ Is Our Hiding Pla
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By Gary James Smith
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Praise God Christ Is Our Hiding Place

Praise God Christ is our hiding place
We can completely trust in Him
And rest Hallelujah on His promises 
Our great Deliverer from past sin
Only a heart who knows its shame
And knows Christ's cleansing power
Can fully appreciate His death for us
And praise God His Resurrection hour

My hiding place O Hallelujah 
Yes all the hurt and pain
Can be ground up and dissipated 
Praise God in Jesus name
For grace has full time operation
For it is greater than our sin
And superintending to the needs of those
Who are truly born again

My hiding place I know the treasure
Of Lord Jesus living in me
I give Him the highest of salutation
Praise God for Calvary
He hung openly for my sin
Met His captors face to face
Then became my precious Saviour
And praise God my hiding place!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright August  30  2020  11:29AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2020

Last Updated: Monday, August 31, 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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