PSALM

The earth may shake and rock a thousand stones

The stars might fall from bloody sulphurous skies -

Friends may one by one withdraw

But I will still be the apple of His redeeming eye.

Hell might cough its zombie dead to haunt me,

Earth might raise her proudest sons to taunt me _

Secret snares may wait to catch me

But I will still be resting in arms of tender love!

There's nothing in this aching orb,

Or in the realm beyond this space _

Nothing in heaven, earth or hell

That will blot out His radiant face.

Just one look - He saves me

Just one gaze - I'm satisfied !

Just His touch - He heals me

Perfect peace at the Masters side.

Gerard O'Shea