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By Gary James Smith
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Satan's soul destroying power is nullified
For all who are in Christ
For by the precious blood of Jesus
Earth received it's ransom price
Sin had had it's way with men
And slew him sure with death
But praise God for our Resurrection
Who's given us eternal breath

Now we have a blessed hope
For we shall live again
For up from the grave He arose
To provide so great Salvation
And "repent!" .. He commands to men everywhere
For ye must be born again
This is the record in the Word of the Lord
It is not of the words of men

Christ has become by faith our victory
For the Lord Jesus Christ ever lives
And by the shedding of His precious blood
Blest hope of eternal life He gives
One day no remembrance of former things
And where sin no longer can condemn
For in the very presence of Christ our Saviour
We'll be faultless before that Throne!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright April 3 2019 3:58 PM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Last Updated: Wednesday, April 3, 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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