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I Beheld Him
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By Gary James Smith
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I beheld Him in His glory
On that Resurrection Day
His linen clothes were neatly piled
The stone was rolled away.

The Victor of Creation
For all the world to see
Waiting for Mary to behold Him
No less than Diety.

The Maker of the heart of man
Knows every thought within
Knows its wicked nature
Was desparate to sin.

He designed the plan in heaven
His purpose was not lost
But fulfilled at Calvary
By dying on the cross.

His blood sufficient for the price
Of sin debt that we owed
Died He once for every man
Died for friend and foe.

What deliverance that He wrought
By becoming sin for us
Mercy great! Abundant! Free!
What glory in the cross.

As ransomed souls we have a song
A song of a soul set free
Redemption through His saving blood
We see, we finally see.

I beheld Him in His glory
On that Resurrection Day
His linen clothes were neatly piled
The stone was rolled away.

Copyright Gary James Smith
March 10, 2012 @ 5:45 a.m.

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Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, March 15, 2012

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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