Clarence Williams

Rookie - 10 Points (May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Where Would I Be - Poem by Clarence Williams

It was Gods love
That became the shelter that housed
Every part of me physically, that mentally trying to comprehend the feeling leaves me at amazement.

That questioning and second guessing can't even side track the feeling that produces sound that he's joy that comes in the morning, a friend that never failed me yet. blinded in my wilderness experience and becoming a servant to my flash that when I was weak he's strong he's able to keep me from
Falling time, and time again, because he is my strength.

thinking of his goodness, and all he's done for me that my body can't just stand in one space for long that my spirit and feet start to leap and dance like Davide dance his action specks louder then words that I speck and can't be defined by know dictionary but openly I'm walking testimony. His love, loved me in spit of my ability to love my self well,
If it had not been for his blood that washed me clean daily while others looked at crazy and pointing fingers judging me but have know idea of my story

Thur sickness, and pain, gods a healer! ! ! ! becoming emotionally drained he has the power to break and lose every chain.
thur the good times, he's greater then that, and the bad he would never would never leave you nor for sake you put your trust in god
I'm a man who been thur something's lived thur something's
And still standing in the mist of everything because of prayer his word and faith and trusting in God works, if it had not been for his love loving me unconditionally in mist of my fully better then a phone call way hear how is able to pick me up when where would I be.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014


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