Treasure Island

Gary James Smith

(Sept.22,1946 / Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario)


I Thank You Lord

I thank You Lord that I can come to You each day in prayer
Knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that Thou my God art there

And in that blessed quiet place in the early morning hour
I once again am filled with Thee and with Thy awesome power

Knowing that Thou art God, Thou art the God Almighty
I take this matter seriously and do not treat it lightly

You know my heart is present there You know me through and through
You know I have unfailing trust in none other One but You

That precious time I take to pray a reminder of who I was
Leads me in a gratitudinal prayer to own Your worthy cause

For Thou alone art worthy Lord
Worthy is the Lamb
To take the place of sinner's such
Thou worthy Great I Am

Ah t'is fixed my heart is fixed my heart is fixed on Thee
So it's with great confidence I start my day with Thee

All is well that ends well I end each day in prayer
Having the full assurance of Thou my God art there

In between the moments of the passing of each day
I praise You God for drawing me to take the time to pray.

Copyright June 21,2014
Gary James Smith

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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