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Sins Stains Are Washablek
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By Gary James Smith
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Sins Stains Are Washable

Sins stains are washable
Hallelujah for the blood of the Lamb
The detergent applied by the Word of God
Can erase every one of them
And give us a clean slate of freedom
Now to walk our new life afresh
Having forgiveness as a constant hallmark
Of the way that our Saviour can bless

Sins stains are washable
Bring your's to God's laundromat 
Bring them all...every last basket
And lay them at Jesus feet
Watch the transformation transpire
When washed by the blood of the Lamb
God Himself implants His righteousness 
Hallelujah for the Great I Am!

Sins stains are washable!
O glory...glory...glory!
When they are removed...it can be felt
What wondrous Salvation story...
God in Christ...my Redeemer!
What cleansing power in the blood
Bring all of your dirty laundry there
And have sins stains removed by God...

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright Aug 14 2022 9:02 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Sunday, August 14, 2022

Last Updated: Sunday, August 14, 2022

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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