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Our Highest Hope
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By Gary James Smith
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Our Highest Hope 

 

 

In that little town of Bethlehem

 In a solitary place

 Was a special woman chosen by God 

To bless the whole human race

 Whose heart was prepared beforehand

 To receive the truth by faith 

That she would birth the Messiah

 Who would in turn birth saving grace  

 

What joy the angels sang about 

Earth was about to receive her King

 Looked but a baby in swaddling clothes

 Yet to God He was everything 

In the most humble of beginnings 

To the most humble of an end 

Hanging humiliated for all to see

 Yet praise God the sinner's Friend 

 

That no respecter of persons

 Yet the greatest of personhood

 Behold the Man of Calvary

 Behold the Son of God 

Who drew all men unto Him 

When He was lifted up on high 

Behold the Saviour of the world

 Let Jesus Christ be magnified! 

 

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

 

 Copyright November 21 2019 12:51 PM

 

 Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2019

Last Updated: Thursday, November 21, 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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