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I Am Patrick, Yes A Sinner And Indeed Untaught; Yet I Am Established Here In Ireland Where I Profess Myself Bishop. I Am Certain In My Heart That 'all That I Am,' I Have Received From God. So I Live Among Barbarous Tribes, A Stranger And Exile For The Love Of God.

That Which I Have Set Out In Latin Is Not My Words But The Words Of God And Of Apostles And Prophets, Who Of Course Have Never Lied. He Who Believes Shall Be Saved, But He Who Does Not Believe Shall Be Damned. God Has Spoken.

And There I Saw In The Night The Vision Of A Man....coming As It Were From Ireland, With Countless Letters. And He Gave Me One Of Them, And I Read The Opening Words Of The Letter, Which Were, The Voice Of The Irish...and As I Read The Beginning Of The Letter I Thought That At The Same Moment I Heard Their Voice - They Were Those Beside The Wood Of Voclut, Which Is Near The Western Sea - And Thus Did They Cry Out As With One Mouth: We Ask Thee, Boy, Come And Walk Among Us Once More.

I Am Imperfect In Many Things, Nevertheless I Want My Brethren And Kinsfolk To Know My Nature So That They May Be Able To Perceive My Soul's Desire.

Christ In The Heart Of Every Man Who Thinks Of Me, Christ In The Mouth Of Everyone Who Speaks Of Me, Christ In Every Eye That Sees Me, Christ In Every Ear That Hears Me.