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Every Sin
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By Gary James Smith
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EVERY SIN

Every sin that ever was
Or evermore shall be
Can be cleansed by the precious blood
Of the Christ of Calvary
And O what power
There's in that name
Above all in heaven and earth
That still forgives the vilest man
Who receives Christ's second birth

The joy in heart's
That know that Son
Cannot keep but singing
And constantly looks for one's
That some soul they can be winning
For Jesus who was " prophet " sure
Said to the fishermen
Follow me and you will become
Faithful fishers of men

Now we look for the catch of the day
To have some celebration
That a soul with whom we spoke
Will come to know Salvation
And in our heart's a deep felt love
Because we now know Him
And who alone we know can deliver
One from every sin!

Copyright September 26 2015 5:48am

Gary James Smith
 


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Submitted: Sunday, September 27, 2015

Last Updated: Sunday, September 27, 2015

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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