| 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 has 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 our 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. |
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| The Eyes of your Angel By Arnold Williams May the warm eyes of your holy angel smile upon you May the wings of your holy angel comfort you May the presence of your holy angel follow you To the gates of heaven where is life so true So, may the eyes of your holy angel put a glow upon you May the wings of your holy angel heavenly lift you May the presence of your holy angel faithfully carry you To the gates of heaven where is life so true So when your life has been feeling so lonely and blue, Call upon your holy angel, For your angel surly knows what to do…. For the gates of heaven the lord shall wait Where the skies are no longer blue but heavenly white So call upon your holy angel When it is time to spiritually fight the blues and the lonely nights So call upon your holy angel For your angel will pilot your spiritual flight To the gates of heaven where life is so true Where our Lord awaits your holy Angel and you. |
by Arnold Williams My God, do you remember me when you found me lost in the shallow of the valley? Do you remember touching me, setting me free, and giving me sight to see? Do you remember when all thought I was spiritually dead before you gave me thirst and bread to feed? Do you remember you did not offer me a glass wine but a cup of tea? Do you remember lifting me and carrying me across the open sea? Do you remember those who threw the judging stones because they did not believe you can set all free? Do you remember me? God, it is me… Yes, it’s we… For we remember you and all of your good spiritual deeds You see, we are beyond powerlessness yet Sober as the open sea Indeed, we see across the hills of temptations where the controlling power of greed desecrate and heeds. May we squeeze and cast away our unforgiving specks –n- boards upon our weary tearful hands and lift our feet to brush away the -seaweeds- as we gasp for another splinting sober air of life before the revengeful wave attempts to Shatter are hopes with despair or drain our faith with revengeful fees…. Oh Father, mercy you be For you have touched us and set us soberly free So now hear our cries helpless as we Carry us upon and away from the dark open seas For we our beyond powerlessness over the power who are surly to blind to see Weak to the bones of shivering knees A true reminder of Christmas Eve For we were crucified on the right you see Surly, we believe… Carry us God as a pony lost in sea Hear our cries faithful as thee We hand you our will and all of our honesty Forever it be true the breath in us is surly you and truly your loyalty - As a bare-less tree with roots that are so factual, the image of we So carry us upon and away from the dark open seas Our heart and Soul aches God for the Kingdom of Heaven it shall be For heavens our God shall carry us and we shall surly be set free, So before you cut down a bare-tree, remember God our savior, because this spiritual story is surly about God, you, and me. |
My God
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