My soul was forged in heaven
And my
heart was filled with love
My faith is
as strong as iron
I am akin
to the angels above
Until my
soul returns to heaven
And I bask
in eternal love
My soul was forged in heaven
And my
heart was filled with love
My faith is
as strong as iron
I am akin
to the angels above
Until my
soul returns to heaven
And I bask
in eternal love
The legend of James
Apostle of
the lord
And
Christ’s appointed
Son of
Thunder
Has it that
Upon his
Martyrs death
In
Jerusalem
St James
body
Was taken
by angels
And placed
in a boat
Which sailed,
unmanned
And
rudderless
To the
Spanish coast
Where it
was enveloped
By a
massive rock
God’s eternal light
Illuminates the
starkness
Dispelling evil
In the invading
darkness
Be at peace with life
Live in the light
For although they
Are out of sight
We are in safe hands
Both day and night
As they
walk among us
The Angels of the
light
On a battlefield in Galicia
Upon the cry of
Santiago
The saint appeared
Upon a steed of
brilliant white
St James the greater
Was then transformed
From a fisher of men
To Santiago Matamoros,
St. James the Moor
slayer
Hell does not have to be
A fiery pit of
brimstone
Hell is merely
The absence of God
One of the twelve
Judas Iscariot
The betrayer
The taker of coins
The lost soul
Satan’s pawn
Hanged himself
Replaced as an apostle
By Matthias
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