I Am Patrick, A Sinner,

No One Should Ever Say That It Was My Ignorance If I Did Or Showed Forth Anything However Small According To God's Good Pleasure; But Let This Be Your Conclusion And Let It So Be Thought, That - As Is The Perfect Truth - It Was The Gift Of God.

Christ In The Heart Of Every Man Who Thinks Of Me, Christ In The Mouth Of Everyone Who Speaks Of Me, Christ In Every Eye That Sees Me, Christ In Every Ear That Hears Me.

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 Am Imperfect In Many Things, Nevertheless I Want My Brethren And Kinsfolk To Know My Nature So That They May Be Able To Perceive My Soul's Desire.

Christ Be With Me, Christ Within Me, Christ Behind Me, Christ Before Me, Christ Beside Me, Christ To Win Me, Christ To Comfort Me And Restore Me, Christ Beneath Me, Christ Above Me, Christ In Quiet, Christ In Danger, Christ In Hearts Of All That Love Me, Christ In Mouth Of Friend And Stranger.