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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
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