Bishop William Gerald

Annapolis, MD, USA

Bishop Gerald has been writing since his early teens. He is Founder/Pastor Emeritus of Lighthouse Apostolic Church, Annapolis, MD, and is also founder of four other churches. He is a multi-talented individual, noted as a poet, author of several books, musician, singer, recording artist, composer of Gospel songs, hymns, two semi-classics; Radio Announcer, former substitute TV Host of "Spread A Little Sunshine" produced by his son, ED Gerald, on Channel 9, Washington, D.C.; Former member of AFTRA (American Federation of Television and Radio Artists); Included in "Who’s Who Among African Americans" of New York City; included in the "Dictionary of International Biography" of Cambridge, England; Ordained at Refuge Temple, N.Y.C., Consecrated to the Bishopic at Bible Way Temple, Washington, D.C.,an alumnus of Howard University and Cortez Peters Business College; Received Honorary Degree of Doctor of Divinity, and numerous awards: Secretary to the late presiding Bishop Smallwood E. Williams, of Bible Way World Wide; Speaks several limited foreign languages; a sincere, devout, spiritual leader who has led many people into a fruitful and productive life through the born-again experience. He is married to Myrtle Boyce,and has four sons by his late wife, Fannie Mae: Edmond, Clarence, Frank, and Raymond, as well as one stepson, Noah Boyce. His philosophy: "Live for God and His Cause, and He will bring the best out of you. Give to the world the best that you have, and the best will come back to you. I am only an instrument in God’s Hand. To Him be all the glory."

O WEARY SOUL

O weary soul that longs for rest,
Where does thy treasure lie?
Is it in this old world of darkest woes,
Or is it yonder in the sky?

O weary soul that longs for rest,
The lord,e ven Jesus, stretches forth
His hand to you,
Willing to help, forgive, and comfort,
And make your life anew!

O weary soul that longs for rest,
He’s knocking right now at your heart’s door,
YOU have the key, the latch, the handle,
Open now! He may knock no more!

O weary sould that longs for rest,
Haste to The Master, right now,
Before that great and dreadful day,
When every tongue confess,
And every knee shall bow!

TICK-TOCK, WHERE IS THE CLOCK?

Tick-tock, Where is the clock?
What time is it?
‘Tis time to channel help to foreign destitutes,
The homeless on the streets,
Help the fallen find their way,
To a brighter, Happier day.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—

Tick-tock, Where is the clock?
Have you forgiven your foe, made peace with God
To escape His woe? Time’s of essence, you know.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—

Tick, tock, Where is the clock?
A born again experience is life’s greatest need,
Not good fortune or an impressive deed,
‘Tis worth your time, every second counts.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—

Tick-tock, Where is the clock?
It tells me something—it hurries me,
It slows me down—shows me its worth.
I need it! I need it!
Tick-tock, Where is the clock?