The tears leave a stain Upon my filthy cheeks; My head hung low with pain, Drives my knees to the earth. I've squandered all You gave, Your riches and my worth; With Your gold, I did pave My very path into the mire. Everything You gave, I let blow away Like dark ashes …
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An Olde Irish Prayer for Protection and Guidance
Be Thou with us, O Chief of chiefs, Be Thou Thyself to us a compass-chart, Be Thine hand on the helm of our rudder, Thine own hand, Thou God of the elements, Early and late as is becoming, Early and late as is becoming.
The Inkless Pen 