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There's Pasture
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By Gary James Smith
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There's Pasture

There's pasture through the door of Christ
There's feeding for the soul
A deep nourishment found in none other
Who alone can make men whole
His forgiveness has no equal
For none other has such a love
To accept us just as we are in our sin
And to fit us now for God

Like the changing of the seasons
You've had your season of sin
Now let Him bring the change in your life
You must be born again
Who else is there to bid you come
Just as you are my friend
And give you back a Resurrected life
So that you will have great cause to praise Him

Taste and see that the Lord is good
For there's mercy found in none other
Who can clean you up from the inside out
When you partake of His Spiritual fodder
Let His Word be your appetite
Savor some pages today
Let God's Spirit lead you unto faith
In the life...the truth...and the way...

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright October 2 2021 6:02 AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Saturday, October 2, 2021

Last Updated: Sunday, October 3, 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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