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He Spared Not
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By Gary James Smith
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He Spared Not

He spared not His own dear Son
Hallelujah for our God
Who came Himself on a rescue mission
Honoring Christ through the Word
The name that still is as good today
Our remedy as sins Sacrifice
That precious name still has saving power
The name of Jesus Christ

Whomsoever repents of their sin
And calls upon that blest name
Heaven will fill that heart with joy
And they are never the same again
Born again by the Spirit of God
Their allegiances now have changed
They are alive now to God’s promises
With a mission of His Word to proclaim!

Jesus saves!...Jesus saves!...
What a proclamation to declare
Not just in part of the world
But He can save anyone anywhere!
If you want your sins forgiven...hallelujah!
And Heaven as your eternal home
Remember He spared not His own dear Son
His desire is to welcome you home!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright June 4  2021 10:53 AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Friday, June 4, 2021

Last Updated: Friday, June 4, 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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