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Just Friends
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By Gary James Smith
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Just friends to me, means quite a lot
Without friends, what have we really got?
I would dare say, not a lot!
Its nice to have some friends.

Just friends to me, it almost rhymes
A true friend loveth at all times
Not all the wealth in earthly mines
Can ere replace a friend

Just friends, with joy, I do consider
Days with friends, pass by a lot swifter,
with friends our love is so much thicker
What a friend we have in Jesus!

Just friends, to me are like none other
A friend sticketh closer than a brother
Waiting for us with arms of love to smother
O what a friend is Jesus

Written by Gary J. Smith Copyright July 29, 1999 @ 4:30 a.m.

Written for my sister Christine as a tribute to her for her love and friendship to our family and from her family during the recent bereavement of our beloved son Stratton Phillip Smith who is in heaven awaithing our arrival.





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Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2003

Last Updated: Sunday, April 20, 2003

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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