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Through The Blood
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By Gary James Smith
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Through The Blood

Through the blood I found my cleansing
Hallelujah for the Cross
The Sacrificial life of Jesus
The Remover of sin's dross
Who can change the darkness of a soul
Into God's glorious light
And bring the Word of God to effect
The plan of Salvation's delight!

What a Saviour is my Jesus
Who praise God changeth not
The same yesterday...today and forever
Look what great things He has wrought
He has definetly left a testimony
Hallelujah to His blessed name
For whomsoever calls upon Him
Is never the same again!

I have tasted of that Lord
And praise God I have been satisfied
For every need that I had in my heart
My Lord has surely satisfied
And everyday is a new beginning
With just my God and I 
For praise God my faith is tethered
As He leads me to the sweet bye and bye...

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright July 10 2022 

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2022

Last Updated: Sunday, July 10, 2022

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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