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I Never Got Over
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By Gary James Smith
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I Never Got Over 

I never got over I had to get under
The saving blood of the Lamb
Christ died for my sin
praise God I love Him
For He is the Great I Am
No religion can save from the grave
It has to be done through Christ
He rose from the dead as  our Risen Head
Hallelujah for that Sacrifice

I never got over I had to get under 
The saving blood of the Lamb
He lived life with perfection
Our blessed Resurrection 
I'm a happy camper I am
My sins are forgiven washed in the blood
That cleanseth as white as snow
As well as with the blessed hope of Heaven
Jesus loves me this I know

I never got over I had to get under
The saving blood of the Lamb 
Once and for all He covered them all
My sins shall not taunt me again
Forgiven...glory Hallelujah!
I'm saved by the blood of the Lamb
I never got over I had to get under
The saving blood of the Lamb...

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright May 13 2021  5:50 PM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Friday, May 14, 2021

Last Updated: Saturday, May 15, 2021

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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