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Christmas Is Every Day to Me
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By Gary James Smith
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CHRISTMAS IS EVERY DAY TO  ME

 
Christmas is everyday to me
Since I've been born again
The greatest gift that ever was given
By HIS Spirit; now lives within
 
Oh how I thank Him daily
For giving His life for me
For shedding His blood upon Calvary
Salvation so great, so free
 
That babe who was born in a manger
God's great Deliverer has come
He offers to pardon all freely
Who come to the crucified One
 
He's the Gift that keeps on giving
But hasten while still there's His grace
Turn from your sins and be healed
And offer back praise in its place
 
Enjoy your Christmas this season
With family and friends and with peace
No present can other give richer
Than Prophet, and King, and Priest
 
Salvation, Salvation, Salvation
Hosannah our Saviour has come
Hallelujah, give praise to the HIghest
Who saves by the crucified One
 
Copyright Gary James Smith
November l8, 2008


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Submitted: Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Last Updated: Thursday, December 3, 2009

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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