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Jesus Lives In Me
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By Gary James Smith
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Jesus Lives In Me


What oohs and awes of nature when beauty meets the eye
The blueness of the water, the glory of the sky
Winding roads of asphalt, the rocks along the way
Fence posts used as guardrails to mark a dangerous way

The rolling hills and valleys, what greenery supreme
The maples, pines and birches, standing stately and serene
Multi-coloured rock cliffs solid , the fortress of the forest
Lupines waving in the wind, nature grand and glorious

With pioneers pathways paved, we get to enjoy the ride
It's hard to express the feeling that begins to well up inside
The breath of fresh air's aroma, a mingling of rocks, trees and water
What measurement can one possibly find, to express that wondrous matter

The colours ever changing as seasons pass to next
Only God could arrange it so, in its true context
In spite of vehicles passing at stretches where it's marked
I cannot dismiss the awesomeness of the God of Noah's ark

Each corner brings surprises, of what might come our way
A bear, a moose, porcupine, a deer or racoon day
The worst of all the scenery that traffic highway brings
An accident with carnage, drops even sparrows wings

Prayer becomes our practice in cases that are thus
God be with the victims, in their sufferings and loss
As life would have its moments, we all have ups and downs
We take it with a grain of salt, more smiles and less of frowns

A great respect for truckers, who spend miles on the road
Leaving home and family to bring their goods to unload
Rest stops in their places, restaurants along the way
Give the weary traveller a place to eat and stay

Tourists mixed with homies,, international flavour
Great hunting and great fishing spots, just what adventures savour
The shoreline beauty enhanced, by driftwood in the sand
To walk and feel it between one's toes, is a feeling that is grand

Great lakes, great forests, great beauty, great gift from God above
He gives us nature's wonder and covers it with love
How glorious is Salvation, the gift of God's own Son
That spilt His blood upon God's earth and has the victory won!

Sin stained the landscape of our lives and clouds the souls of men
But Jesus breaks those bands of sin and gives him life again!
I've breathed the breath of nature, the gift of God of earth
But to breathe the breath of the Spirit is truly second birth

The landscape within, how wonderful! No tongue can e'r describe
What God has prepared in Heaven, for His Church, the chosen Bride!
Peace beyond all understanding, peace to the maximum degree
Peace, peace, sweet peace, my Saviour's given me

I can now enjoy His favour, as Jesus lives within
I'm not just a child of nature, for I've been born again
Praise God for all the beauty, The stars, the rocks, the sea
But greater still that wonderment, Jesus lives in me!

Hallelujah, What a Saviour!
Gary James Smith August 8, 2005


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Submitted: Thursday, August 18, 2005

Last Updated: Friday, August 19, 2005

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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