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Our Hope...Our Help..
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By Gary James Smith
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Our Hope...Our Help...Our Hallelujah 

Our hope...our help...our Hallelujah 
Heaven to earth come down
The One who bore our sins at Calvary
Who wore that thorned made crown
Not a helpless form of a man
But God come in the flesh
To bring deliverance to His Creation
What love of God no less!

We stand in His righteousness
Clothed now by His Spirit
When we repented of our sin
We were able to draw near it
God's grace prevailing in our lives
For we are saved by grace alone
Not one iota of our works
Could ever for sin atone

Our hope...our help...our Hallelujah
Each day our God doth bless
At our awakening in the morning
We express our thankfulness
That He should love us sinner's so
Gives me such a grand elation
I'm bound for the promised land Hallelujah 
Praise God for so great a Salvation!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright August  9  2020  7:36 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Sunday, August 9, 2020

Last Updated: Monday, August 10, 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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