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It Hurts
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By Gary James Smith
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There's Hurt

There's hurt and then there's deep hurt
Jesus had the latter of the two
For our Creator to watch His creation
To reject Him as they do
The One and only originator of love
Who gave it forth so lavishly
And then having to watch it be mistreated as such
Is beyond imagination to me

Sin can bring a callousness 
And harden any heart
It can make any darkness darker
As it finds its hiding spot
Amen there's a Light for this old world
Praise God for Christ the Son
Who operates wholly out of His love
Extending grace to everyone

Hallelujah for sin's healing balm
That can heal the deepest pain
That can take any man's sin nature
And help him to be born again
O Holy Spirit bring it on
May each lost soul see their need
To see creation worship their Creator
Would be a blessed amen indeed!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright March 2  2020  9:39 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2020

Last Updated: Monday, March 2, 2020

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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