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The Blood Of Jesus Has A Voice
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By Gary James Smith
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The Blood Of Jesus Has A Voice 

 

 The blood of Jesus has a voice

 Can you hear its call 

Friend I've shed my blood for you

 I've gave my life...my all 

I was worthy to be slain

 Because I had no sin

 God was satisfied with my offering

 In that I'm raised again...amen!

 

 The blood of Jesus has a voice

 Sinner won't you come

 Find you have a Friend in me

 The all Sufficient One 

The evidence is without dispute

 Yes still at the Cross there's room

 Remember three days after my demise

 They found an empty tomb!  

 

The blood of Jesus has a voice

 That still is active today 

Call upon that blessed name

 Turn your thoughts His way 

Lord I'm a sinner in need of you

 Help me to believe as I should

 O blood of Jesus hear my voice 

As I call upon You my Lord...  

 

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

 

 Copyright April 13 2020 11:15 AM  

 

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Monday, April 13, 2020

Last Updated: Monday, April 13, 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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