I Prayed In The Woods

I Am Patrick, Yes A Sinner And Indeed Untaught; Yet I Am Established Here In Ireland Where I Profess Myself Bishop. I Am Certain In My Heart That 'all That I Am,' I Have Received From God. So I Live Among Barbarous Tribes, A Stranger And Exile For The Love Of God.

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.

Sufficient To Say, Greed Is A Deadly Deed. You Shall Not Covet Your Neighbor's Goods.

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.

If I Have Any Worth, It Is To Live My Life For God So As To Teach These Peoples; Even Though Some Of Them Still Look Down On Me.