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My Hope Is Resting
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By Gary James Smith
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My Hope Is Resting 

My hope is resting in the Cross
Where the Lord Jesus was Crucified 
Where for my sin and the evil thereof
He paid sins highest price...He died!
And took away the condemnation
That held me in its grip
And set my soul to soar rejoicing
Praise God for the truth of it

His Word brought love to its deepest core
The love of God towards me 
That while I was yet a poor lost sinner
With grace He came rescuing me
With the power of absolute assurance
His Spirit gave a Witness within
Of the very moment I truly repented
And I placed my faith in Him

My hope is resting still today
In the "It is finished!"...One
Who took old death and the sting of it
To the grave in glorious fashion
It could not hold Him by its power
For in Him there was no sin
Praise God Christ still is our risen Hallelujah 
To those who savingly trust in Him!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright November 6 2022 5:11 AM

Gary James Smith

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Submitted: Sunday, November 6, 2022

Last Updated: Sunday, November 6, 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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