A Celtic Blessing

May the road rise to meet you,
may the wind be always at your back,
may the sun shine warm upon your face,
may the rains fall soft upon your fields.
Until we meet again,
may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Hold my hand Lord

Hold my hand Lord
Walk with me through the loneliness
And the valley of my sorrow.
Hold on to me when I am too afraid to think about tomorrow.
Let me lean on you Lord
When I'm too weary to go on.
Hold my hand Lord through the night
Until I see the light of dawn.

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