Tonight, the words of Saint Patrick spoke to me, almost as if he shared his heart with me, in my home, by firelight.
I was moved by his words.
"As armour on my breast I bind
The powers of God in heaven and earth;
The fleetness of the rushing wind.
The brightness of the morning's birth;
The splendour of the fiery glow,
The whiteness of the winter snow,
The lightning's wildly flashing mirth;
The strength that girds the rocky steep.
The vastness of the unfathomed deep.
I bind as armour on my breast
The Wisdom which shall be my guide;
The Shield whose shelter bids me rest
In peace, whatever ills betide;
The Eye of God, to search my thought;
His Ear, my prayer of faith to hear;
His Word, to make my words be fraught."
The powers of God in heaven and earth;
The fleetness of the rushing wind.
The brightness of the morning's birth;
The splendour of the fiery glow,
The whiteness of the winter snow,
The lightning's wildly flashing mirth;
The strength that girds the rocky steep.
The vastness of the unfathomed deep.
I bind as armour on my breast
The Wisdom which shall be my guide;
The Shield whose shelter bids me rest
In peace, whatever ills betide;
The Eye of God, to search my thought;
His Ear, my prayer of faith to hear;
His Word, to make my words be fraught."
Care to read some more of his writings?
https://archive.org/stream/writingsofsaintp00patr#page/n5/mode/2up
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