We’ll reach our God,
In heavens palaces
Leaving our bodies,
Heavy like stone,
And take flight
On angels wing
And bathe in His glory
We’ll reach our God,
In heavens palaces
Leaving our bodies,
Heavy like stone,
And take flight
On angels wing
And bathe in His glory
The Choirs of Heavenly hosts
The angels, Archangels
Principalities and
Authorities
The Virtues,
Dominions,
Thrones or Orphanim
The Cherubim and
Seraphim
The Holy Spirit
My lord Jesus Christ
And the Heavenly
Father
Protect me all my days
Born to a noble Roman family
In the 3rd century AD,
Crispin and Crispinian,
Persecuted for their
faith,
Fled their homeland
And travelled to Gaul
And preached
Christianity
To the Gaul’s in
Soissons.
They made shoes by
night
To support themselves
And also aided the
poor
But their evangelical
success
Brought them to the
attention
Of a jealous Rictus
Varus,
Governor of Belgic
Gaul,
Who brought their good
works
To a savage end
A Christian Legend tells
That Crispin and
Crispinian
The Roman Princes,
Saints and shoemakers,
Lived for a short time
During the 3rd century
In the Kent town of Faversham
The association is
recalled
By a plaque on the
Swan,
In Market Street
Saint Crispin's Day
Falls on 25th October
And is the feast day
Of the martyred twins
Crispin and Crispinian
The Christian Saints
Martyred c. 286
25th October is the feast day
Of Crispin and Crispinian
Although now removed
From the Universal Liturgical
calendar
Of the Roman Catholic
Church
The Sainted Twins
Are still commemorated
On that day in the
Roman Martyrology
And the feast remains
as a
“Black Letter Saints'
Day”
In the calendar of the
Anglican
Book of Common Prayer
I have always had faith
An unaccountable
Unshakable faith
But only in God
My faith in him
Was a constant
The only constant
In an uncertain world
It was the Church
I had no truck with
My faith did not
extend
To the institution
Of the Church
Or its instruments
Its rituals and
Mechanisms of control
I have no issue with
The Church family
Well meaning folk
One and all
Doing the great things
And the small with
equal relish
They are just not for
me
I chose to worship
alone
Just me and my God
My Church was a quiet
wood
My Cathedral a hill
top
So to stand before the
cross
In the old Chapel
Was a departure for me
A departure from the
norm
But exceptional
circumstances
Called for exceptional
measures
It was an old place
An ancient place
A powerful place
A conduit to God
To amplify my faith
So I fell to my knees
In the ancient chapel
Humbling myself
Before my God
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