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Flowing Rivers
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By Gary James Smith
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Flowing Rivers
Words like flowing rivers,
From ocean beds of thought;
They orchestrate the symphony,
Of things that life has wrought.

And as the mind is wrenching,
To come up with a line or two;
The poem leans in sympathy,
And begins a work to do.

It thus begins to ponder,
And brings new life to keys;
As the words go to the fingers,
And begin to type with ease.

Amazing and alarming,
What words can really do!
How wondrous our God and King,
Gives us a message true!

To think! Words will judge us!
How precious they become;
That they direct our daily lives!
What words for everyone!

Such high and holy calling!
What message to declare!
The Son of God! The Living Word!
Grace to all, who hear!

Rejoice my soul, Rejoice!
The Victory is won!
For Jesus Christ, the Written Word,
He's God, the Holy Son.

Gary J. Smith © Copyright 1977




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Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Last Updated: Friday, August 23, 2013

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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