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Thankful Heart
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By Gary James Smith
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THANKFUL HEART


 


Thankful hearts are heavy with compassion


Thankful hearts are always filled with praise


Thankful hearts give worship to The Master


Thankful hearts are thankful every day.


 


Not a moment left unchecked to wander


Not a care but that it’s led to pray


Not a word that leaves these lips in slander


Not a soul but that it can be saved.


 


There He sits alone in the garden


There He faces foes  He knew would come


There He hangs His head in final agony


There He sits on high at Gods’ right hand.


 


Thankful hearts give praises to That Master


Thankful hearts forgiven from their sin


Thankful hearts have all they could ever ask for


Thankful hearts have asked the Saviour in.


 


Copyright Gary James Smith


Nov. 26, 2010 @ 5:30 a.m.


 


Email Address:      garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca


GLORYBOUND:  http://groups. yahoo.com/ group/glorybound


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Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

Last Updated: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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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