My Lord and Saviour

You are the peace of all things calm

You are the place to hide from harm

You are the light that shines in dark

You are the heart’s eternal spark

You are the door that’s open wide

You are the guest who waits inside

You are the stranger at the door

You are the calling of the poor

You are my Lord and with me from ill

You are the light, the truth, the way

You are my Saviour this very day.

  • Celtic Oral Tradition – 1st Millennium