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Don't Pay the Cost!!
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By Gary James Smith
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Don't Pay the Cost!

 

What might have been can never be
It’s too late now—Eternity!
Shall take you where you wish you weren’t
You’ll be informed you should have learnt
That knowing Jesus it was true
Would make a better way for you
But now’s too late, your fate is sealed
Your unbelief now sure revealed
Nowhere to hide, no place to go
Darkness itself won’t relieve your soul
Nor bulls'or goats' blood could ever do
What Jesus's blood was shed to do
No righteousness of His to clean
You from your life of sin and shame
But fear and trembling as you await
The destiny of your awful fate.
Where the worm dieth not, nor the fire quenched
Where all form of light is wrenched
Tormented day and night forever
From which you will not be delivered
This just a word to warn the lost
Trust in Christ, don’t pay the cost!

Copyright GARY SMITH Oct. 31/2004


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Submitted: Monday, November 1, 2004

Last Updated: Friday, November 14, 2014

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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