The Soul Is Soothed By The Lord Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The soul is soothed by the lord,
Wh us safe in His hands does keep,
The tortured mind and the troubled heart...
While resting in slumbers deep.
And while awake he speaks to us
Of a better way for us he's planned
To help free us from our current woes...
But his words we mortals dont understand,
A he speaks in alanguage thats not ours,
A language that is alien to our ear
And when our pastors to interpret try,
We refuse to listen, so do not hear.