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The Hurting Heart Helper
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By Gary James Smith
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The Hurting Heart Helper

The hurting heart Helper
Is none other than the Lord
Who knows how deep the hurt you feel
Your discomfort and discord
He's always there for the choosing
God being Witness to that
Friend call upon the Lord today
And enjoy His grace's impact

He still carries the scars
That brought Him to His death
But praise God for His Resurrection 
That offers eternal breath
You cannot find a more blessed Hope
Than what's found in God's dear Son
Why put off for another day
When today you can know that One...

Come find healing for your hurt
Make it your chief decision
Come know the Doctor of the disease called sin
Come know the Great Physician
For God in love and in His holiness
Has His righteousness as a gift 
Eternal life as a present possession 
If you call upon Christ ye shall live!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright Sept 16 2022 2:12 AM

Gary James Smith


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Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2022

Last Updated: Friday, September 16, 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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