Gary James Smith

Rookie - 235 Points (Sept.22,1946 / Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario)

The Saints Of Old - Poem by Gary James Smith


The saints of old sung the songs
That brought them through the fire
They're still as fresh today as then
Still lift the spirit's higher

And soar they do, soar they do
Reaching their highest notes
Sends the strains to the hearts
Blessing all the folks

The words of hymns, from the Word
The message to the letter
Changes something on the inside
Making a person better

Drawing from the heart of man
A swift and sure belief
That trusting in the Son of God
Brings a sinner relief

Turn to number such and such
Stand and let us sing
Praises to our God above
Praise Him in everything

Now let the song of jubilant heart
Rejoice through all its days
Jesus saved me from my sin
He deserves all praise

Copyright Gary James Smith
March 26,2011 @ ll.30 a.m.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 26, 2011

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