Celtic Prayer
As you move forward in the journey of following Christ, and risk things for the kingdom of God, then this might be your prayer as well.
Shall I abandon, O King of Mysteries, the
soft comforts of home? Shall I turn my
back on my native land, and my face toward the sea?
Shall I put myself wholly at the mercy of
God, without silver, without a horse,
without fame and honor? Shall I throw
myself wholly on the King of kings,
without sword and shield, without food
and drink, without a bed to lie on?
Shall I say farewell to my beautiful land,
placing myself under Christ's yoke?
Shall I pour out my heart to him,
confessing my manifold sins and begging
forgiveness, tears streaming down my
cheeks?
Shall I leave the prints of my knees on the
sandy beach, a record of my final prayer
in my native land? Shall I then suffer
every kind of wound that the sea can
inflict?
Shall I take my tiny oracle across the wide,
sparkling ocean? O King of the
Glorious Heaven, shall I go of my own
choice upon the sea?
O Christ, will you help me on the wild
waves?








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