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His Blood Cleanseth
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By Gary James Smith
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His Blood Cleanseth

His blood cleanseth from all sin
Each and every one
Such is the saving grace of Christ
God's only begotten Son
And free to all who repent and believe
Is "Salvation"...for He is the Door
And everlasting "Life" we receive
And a welcome to "Heaven's shore

His blood...His blood what cleansing power
That washes our sins away
And lives now within by His Spirit
To lead us every day
Tainted not...no not one sin
Was found in Christ our Lord
The Author and Finisher of our faith
The Living and Eternal Word

That precious blood of Jesus Christ
Redemption through the Lamb
Everything in Him is found
Who is the Great I Am
Creation and Salvation come
To bless those who believe
Look to the Lamb now...look and live!
His offer now receive

Copyright October 5 2017 8:45

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Last Updated: Tuesday, November 7, 2017

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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