Celtic, Pain

My Soul’s Healer

God my soul’s healer,

Keep me at even,

Keep me at morning,

Keep me at noon,

On rough course faring,

Help and safeguard

You are my security this night.

I am tired, astray, and stumbling,

Shield Thou me from snare and sin.

In the name of Christ.  Amen.


– From the Carmina Gadelica

– Submitted by Doug