Buile mo Chroí

Buile mo Chroí
(The Beat of my Heart)

An gcloiseann tú bualadh mo chroí,
Buille mo chroí, greadadh mo chroí,
An gcloiseann tú greadadh mo chroí?

Are you hearing the beat of my heart,
The bang of my heart, the scrape of my heart,
Are you hearing the scrape of my heart?

This was my prayer thae past few days, Lord , An gcloiseann tú bualadh mo chroí.  I have had a tough couple of weeks, I have come to realize the meaning of Matthew 7:15  “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves. {ESV}. When a church is on task, on mission, on the right path, you still have those that wish to throw the whole thing into a tail spin. It had me down but not out 🙂 As I listened to John Spillane & Louis De Paor rip it on Buile mo Chroi’ it echoed my prayer, Lord do you hear me, he does and I figured it out, stay the course. HE is greater than anything that will try to derail HIS plan.

Naysayers be darned 🙂 ( family friendly blog) . I may be thought of as a fool, but I am a fool for Him and I will not let wolves take me or the flock out. The Lord has put me in a position to shepherd for a season, this is His season, however long it may be, I will just press on and not be distracted. Neither East or West will knock me off mission. My prayer this week will be Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.