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.
Copyright © 2007

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.
Copyright © 2007
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