Soul Of Christ, Sanctify Me

Soul Of Christ, Sanctify Me

Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ, save me. Blood of Christ, refresh me. Water from the side of Christ, wash me. Passion of Christ, strengthen me. O good Jesus, hear me. Within your wounds hide me. Let me never be separated from you. From the power of darkness defend me. In the hour of my death, call me and bid me come to you, that with your saints I may praise you for ever and ever. Amen.

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Mother Dear

Mother Dear

Beautiful things in this life are manifold tis true, we count the stars by thousands, the birds and flowers, too; The sunsets and dawnings, rare beauties far and near, but all the wide world over, there’s just one “Mother Dear.”