WordChimes poetry chimes
Chime Of The Day
Poetry Chimes
Newest Poems
Featured Poet
Poet Chimers
Child Chimes
Blog
Chime Links
ENC--Class of '55
WordChimes Founder Quentin Clingerman
Contact Us
 
 
 

Happy Are the Saints Each Day
Viewed Last 24 Hours: 0 time

By Gary James Smith
Other Poems by Gary James Smith



HAPPY ARE THE SAINTS EACH DAY

Happy are the saints each day
Who sing the songs of Zion
And though the devil goes about
As if a roaring lion.

He cannot gain a foothold there
Where saints do sing and pray
For shielded by Gods' Spirit are we
Who seek to live Gods way.

The sunshine in our soul so bright
It emits a touch from Heaven
Gods' blessing poured upon each child
Who learns this simple lesson.

Not by might nor by power
Child of God now hear it
Our Heavenly Father does His will
Through His Holy Spirit.

His Word all powerful, hammer, rock,
Water, wind and fire
Make your treasure 'There', my friend
None other Friend is Higher!

May the joy of saints abound
Sing ye saints the song
Even so, come Lord Jesus
Our hearts for You, do long.

Copyright Gary James Smith
Oct. 30, 2011




Timely Comments on this Poem

No comments currently exist for this poem.

Submit Your Comment

(will be kept private)
Comment:



Please enter the code above into the box below:


Submitted: Friday, November 18, 2011

Last Updated: Friday, November 18, 2011

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


Other Poems by Gary James Smith


[Add Your Poem]

[Chime Of The Day] [Poetry Chimes] [New Chimes] [Poet Chimers] [Blog] [Chime Links] [ENC--Class of '55] [Home]