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It's Always Nice
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By Gary James Smith
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It's always nice to hear the voice

Of a brother or sister or friend

A mom or dad, gramma or grampa

The list goes on without end.


We are made to be receptive to

The need on the end of the line

Sometimes it's just a listening ear

Sometimes it's a comforting time


The Lord who knows all of our hearts

Just gives us what to say

That's grace, His gift, from heaven above

And it's available to us always.


So go to prayer immediately, friend

When you detect a heart felt need

He will give you help in time of trouble

He's our True Helper indeed!


Your duty my friend is to be faithful to

The task that is at hand!

You never know when you'll be called upon

To be that helping hand.


So prepare your heart in the early hour

It has room to provide for such

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself

For God does love them much.


Copyright Gary James Smith

March 24, 2008 @ 12:50 a.m.

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Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Last Updated: Thursday, November 20, 2008

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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