"As Thou didst walk in
So loving Saviour, walk with him for me:
For since the years have passed and he has grown,
I cannot follow; he must walk alone.
Be Thou my feet that I have had to stay,
For Thou canst comrade him on every way.
Be Thou my voice, when sinful things allure,
Pleading with him to choose those that endure.
Be Thou my hand that would keep his in mine
All, all things that a Mother must resign.
When he was little, I could walk with him and guide
But now, I pray Thee, Thou be at his side.
And as Thy Blessed Mother folded Thee,
So, kind and loving Saviour, guard my son for me."
Many thanks to his brother, Richard Collins, for giving me the permission to publish this moving letter from his blog, "Linen on the Hedgerow." May Michael Collins, who died of TB in Pembrokshire in 1956, rest in the arms of Our Lord and His Blessed Mother.
|Michael Collins, RIP|