I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

Joseph Mary Plunkett

 

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me;
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger.
Christ the heart of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

Cecil Frances Alexander, St Patrick’s Breastplate, translated from the Irish attributed to St Patrick

 

Through the curtains the daylight crept
I looked at my lover as she slept
And as I watched her face I wept…
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

As I was driving into town
The guy in the next car turned around
And as I met his gaze I found
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Outside the museum I was addressed
By a blind man in his pants and vest
I was most impressed
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Fat woman, standing in a queue
Her hat, shoes, coat and gloves were blue
And when she turned around I knew
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

I came home and halfway up the stair
A drunk was tearing out his hair
You should have heard him scream and swear
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

The President was on the News at Ten
Looking like he could use a friend
And then I looked again
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Stood in front of the mirror all alone
Examined my features skin and bone
Looked at this face I’ve always known
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Mike Scott, “Wonderful Disguise” from Bring ‘Em All In

 

 

Dear God

Help me to look for you in all things,

help me to find you in all things,

and, most of all,

help me 

to allow you 

to find me

in all things.

 

Lord, give me the genius

that recognises you

in every encounter.

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