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There's A River
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By Gary James Smith
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There's A River

There's a river of cleansing power
In the precious blood of Christ
Flowing still...from the Cross of Calvary
Which can cover every stain of sin
No matter how vile the offence
And from our debt to sin make us free

That makes a soul soar to heights
To praise that precious name
Forever revered by those who love Him so
And by the Spirir of our Christ
To have love even for our enemies
Still seeking for the Salvation of their soul

O river of life that flows within
The ointment of faith's sustenance
How Sovereign is our precious Lord of all
Praise God for that fountain filled with blood
That washes white as snow
Available still for those who upon Him call

Copyright January 24 2019 1:34 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2019

Last Updated: Thursday, January 24, 2019

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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