I Am Patrick, A Sinner, Most Uncultivated

Daily I Expect To Be Murdered Or Betrayed Or Reduced To Slavery If The Occasion Arises. But I Fear Nothing, Because Of The Promises Of Heaven.

I Am Not Ignorant Of What Is Said Of My Lord In The Psalm: "you Destroy Those Who Speak A Lie." And Again: "a Lying Mouth Deals Death To The Soul." And Likewise The Lord Says In The Gospel: "on The Day Of Judgment Men Shall Render Account For Every Idle Word They Utter."

Christ Before Me, Christ Behind Me,christ In 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.

He [god] Watched Over Me Before I Knew Him, And Before I Learned Sense Or Even Distinguished Between Good And Evil, And He Protected Me, And Consoled Me As A Father Would His Son.