Help me, God! To be more cautious
Rounding the last bend.
Time grows more and still more precious
Near the end.
Blind me to my neighbours’ failings
Make me love Thee more
And be brave as age’s ailings
Make me sore.

Help me as the day grows dimmer
And the night comes down
To behold ahead the glimmer
Of Thy town.

Help me keep accounts in order
Totted carefully
For I’m drawing near the Border
Scrutiny.

Help my final preparation
For the last train home
Mary! meet me at the station
Kingdom come.

MICHAEL MULLIN – ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’

Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.

PUBLISHED IN THE ‘AFRICAN MISSIONARY’