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Thyself For Me
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By Gary James Smith
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Thyself For Me

Thyself for me...Thy life for mine
No gift more precious O Saviour divine
And in Thy Resurrection power
I find the grace to live each hour
And enjoy the love that flows from God
How precious...precious...is Thy blood

No want more greater can be known
Than to have our sins atoned
And embrace God's Righteousness
The which whereby we now can bless
To lead another soul to see
What transformation at Calvary

When we see sin for what it is
The enemy of God and Satan's bliss
And how by bondage we are fastened
Then to the Lord we should hasten
Praise God repentance is within our grasp
To admit our sin and of our Lord to ask

Dear God I hereby make my confession
I am a sinner and I've learned my lesson
I ask You now as I seek Your face
To forgive my sin and I'll accept Your grace
Salvation's Your gift for each needy soul
Thyself for me... that I be made whole!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright May 19 2019 6:40 AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2019

Last Updated: Monday, May 20, 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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