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Fresh Is the Manna
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By Gary James Smith
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FRESH IS THE MANNA

Fresh is the manna that we get each day
Through Christ who is the Bread of Life
The Life...the Truth...the Way
That bitter cup He tasted
Because of dregs of sin
God's wrath was poured upon Him
Whom we find shelter in

There's not a weary traveller
Who cannot know the grace
Poured forth from Calvary's mountain
From which He took our place
Who daily gives us favour
To seek and know such love
All praises to the Father
Who sent Christ from above

Taste and see my brother
That that Lord is good
Seek the treasure in His Word
Until it's understood
Meet that blessed Master
Who doeth all things well
Your destination ...heaven bound
Your soul now saved...from Hell!

Copyright July 9 2016 6:32AM

GARY JAMES SMITH


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Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2016

Last Updated: Saturday, July 9, 2016

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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