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Consume Me Lord
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By Gary James Smith
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Consume Me Lord

Consume me Lord with Thy fire
And burn away the dross
Help me to live my life everyday
For the glory of the Cross
For the pardon of my sin
What a debt of love I owe
T'is a grand and glorious feeling for sure
To be washed as white as snow...

There's no other transformation that
Can be found on earth to compare
Than to the love of Jesus Christ
That He has for men everywhere
Paying for us ...in full!!!... sin's penalty
He blood shed on that Cross
Bought a pardon most unbelieveable
And a guaranteed Resurrection no less

Consume me Father with a passion
To see others come to know the Lord
And may I be an encourager unto them
To check out the truths in God's Word
The flames of faith will burn forever 
As martyrs of old have shown
For once a person comes to know the Saviour
Their life's mission is to make Him known!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright July 16 2021 11:13 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Saturday, July 17, 2021

Last Updated: Saturday, July 17, 2021

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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