Webster Morris Williams

SUNRISE

October 18, 1958

Halifax, Nova Scotia

SUNSET

August 13, 2011

Toronto, Ontario

God Saw Him Getting Tired

God saw Webster was getting tired

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped His arms around him

And whispered, “Come to Me”.

In tears we saw him sinking,

We watched him fade away.

Our hearts were truly broken,

He fought so hard to stay.

But when we saw Webster sleeping

Peacefully and free from pain,

We could not wish him back

To suffer that again.

So keep Your arms around Webster, Lord,

And give him special care,

Make up for all he suffered,

That seemed to us unfair.

So many times we’ve needed him,

So many times we’ve cried.

If love could have saved him,

Webster never would have died.

23rd Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd;

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

He leadeth me beside the still waters;

He restoreth my soul;

He leadeth me in the paths

Of righteousness for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the

shadow of death,

I will fear no evil;

For Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me

Thou preparest a table before me

In the presence of mine enemies;

Thou anointest my head with oil,

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life;

And I will dwell in the house

of the Lord

Forever.