| Thee Sober Memorial Prayer by Arnold Williams Dedicated To those whom lost their life to addictions. May you rest in peace and bless your sober day: Through the life of Spiritual Battles Spiritual Souls of a sober journey riding upon thee holy saddles The war of soberness somberly rattles To free upon ones own addictive pain of slavery In the trade of addictions caved in as living cattle Be of calm my soberly friends For the King of Lamb has calling For the King thee has giving us his Son Through he forgiving our sins to Battle the life of distorted fictions True it be thee to be sober the words of the bible thee must be faithfully liable For the death of thee old Rides behind thee new Holy to the Son of the King thee gateway nobler Thee waken Thee Battle has begun The Spiritual flag thy humbly carry and ride in faith led upon thy angels heavenly giving pace God, lead us upon victory For thee lost friends whom rest in peace whom lost their giving life to this terrible addictive disease For their death of disarray Led them thee other way For their flesh betrayed dispersed in the darken shadows For they not no thee sober way and yet their flesh upon death lost its given way. For yes I ride as a Spiritual Knight in honor of their lost souls and thee life of thy old For the light thy surly and gratefully see Thy know thee darkness is behind thee For thy pull no cockiness triggers of thy eyes For thee Spiritually & Humbly cry The darkness of sinful death continues to bleed Death to thee our addictions We shall Spiritually fight for thy comrades whom rest in peace God, for your victory for just today, bless thee life of Sobriety... Surly this must be your way. |


The Bridge of 35W by Arnold Williams Dedicated To those whom lost their life from the 35W collapse bridge. May you rest in peace and God bless you. The Bridge of 35W For thy anxiously traveled through the skies driving above thee river For thy fear to drop upon thee strong cold shivering misty currents Weaving through traffic only to find myself in thee slow lane sorting out thy fear With thee prayers and spiritual meditation humbly being with thy Lord, Oh my God, what am I to fear? What anxiety thy face man made still of iron and solid stone to grave? What is made shall soon to age, brittle, and brake. For thy only give and hardship to take, But yet thy travel upon thee bridge Praying for thy Lord’s will for another gracing day to live. For thy bridge-full journeys a rush of time Facing thy fears the past of mine. For thou do not look down to give thee image to drown For thy must ease with faith But what gives life for death to take? For thy fearful current of its own exiting channel led thy upon thee back-roads With patience of thee turtle’s moving shell. For thy toad-fully jumped from thee bridge at thee speed of 35 miles per hour Singing grace upon thee Lords well For what he drinks thy savor and pail. Thee Iron and steal thee paving way soon became thee rivers grave For what thee hear and terribly see… on the news and TV. Thee echo of cries in harmony… For thee bridge to crash from thee falling skies… For thee to mourn and cry for the lost of life… A bridge thy once traveled before above the streaming skies… And now I can only ask why? For what thee to see of metal now broken straws in a moving murky puddle… Smoke of death ~n~ misty horror Hero’s are left to give us hope of our sudden breath. Tears of sorrow for what was there has crashed and disappeared and plenty of life was spared. For thy soon to feel the powerlessness at will and prayed for thy Lord to Save those from thee broken bridge and carry those who dropped across thee rushing river And found themselves in thee hands of thee Lord For he shall walk them across and above thee moving waters For they shall not weep thee shadowy rivers For they shall be saved by our lord For the King is our hero and our bridge giver For he shall carry us to thee lands of Heaven For where there is no metal or iron or boasting red tapes But the heavenly gates of Zion. For thee Saxophone withering tunes soothes thy spirits as thy continue To journey at a speed of 35 miles per hour with the lost of those whom Cherished upon their journey for thy turtle shell touched by thee bridge misty debris For thee to carry upon the ocean resting seas. God bless those whom lost their lives on thee 35W Collapse Bridge and those whom survived Give them the strength and courage to live through the drumming trauma And bless them with thee turtle shell for when they feel thee anxiety, So they may reach for thee Lord’s pail and when all is healed all shall be well. |

