I Prayed In The Woods And On

I Am Patrick, A Sinner, Most Uncultivated And Least Of All The Faithful And Despised In The Eyes Of Many.

May The Strength Of God Pilot Us, May The Wisdom Of God Instruct Us, May The Hand Of God Protect Us, May The Word Of God Direct Us. Be Always Ours This Day And For Evermore.

And There I Saw In The Night The Vision Of A Man....coming As It Were From Ireland, With Countless Letters. And He Gave Me One Of Them, And I Read The Opening Words Of The Letter, Which Were, The Voice Of The Irish...and As I Read The Beginning Of The Letter I Thought That At The Same Moment I Heard Their Voice - They Were Those Beside The Wood Of Voclut, Which Is Near The Western Sea - And Thus Did They Cry Out As With One Mouth: We Ask Thee, Boy, Come And Walk Among Us Once More.

I Arise Today Through The Strength Of Heaven: Light Of Sun Brilliance Of Moon Splendor Of Fire Speed Of Lightning Swiftness Of Wind Depth Of Sea Stability Of Earth Firmness Of Rock.

Christ Before Me, Christ Behind Me,christ In Me.