'Twas fifteen hundred years ago
In Britain to a Gaelic wealthy pair,
Maewyn "warlike" Succat, baptized Patrick
A baby boy was born, so fair.
But alas, at sixteen, only just a lad
Irish pirates kidnapped him away,
Raided his family of their hopes
By taking Pat to Ireland's bay.
For six long years he labored there
A slave upon the hills of sheep,
All alone, he knelt down on his knee
In his heart he heard God speak.
With courage he sailed to Europe's shores
To learn the more about his Lord,
And thus prepared returned to the Isle
To share God's love with every mile.
He'd bend to pick a three leaf clover
To tell of the God he knew,
Father Son and Holy Spirit
As he sought to teach all that was true.
Upon his passing
Ireland was greatly blessed
For he left behind great heritage,
Of churches, schools and colleges
Thus it is said...by his beating drum
Of snakes, Ole Ireland was rid!!

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission


Christ be with me,
Christ be within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort 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.


Deep peace of the running waves to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you

May the grace of Godís protection
And His great love abide
Within your home-within the hearts
Of all who dwell inside.


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