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Ere He Meets Him Face to Face
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By Gary James Smith
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ERE HE MEETS HIM FACE TO FACE

 

We have a sinful nature

That is rotten to the core

Until we can agree with God on that

We shall be lost forevermore

 

One of life' greatest autrocities

That man can ever commit

Is slight the evidence "There is a God"

And to his need of Him admit

 

Like the ants below us

We watch them as they move

God's watchful eye is over us

Our thoughts and motives to prove

 

How great we think we are at times

When greatness is in Him

Who sinneth not yet loves the sinner

How swift He is to forgive him

 

O loving God and Father

How gracious Thou hast been

Longsuffering and plenteous in mercy

While putting up with our sin

 

Not willing that any should perish

But that all should experience grace

I pray the sinner turns to the Saviour

Ere he meets Him face to face

 

Copyright Gary James Smith

Aug.28, 2008 @ 6a.m.

 


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Submitted: Thursday, August 28, 2008

Last Updated: Friday, August 29, 2008

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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