I close my eyes to picture in my mind, the one I seek but could not find. For now I see, through all that could be, it was through thy; creation of divine. For it is I that is blessed by God; the catalyst Saint Matthew, born to heal all. Tested I was, my faith in yah; the edge I walked, and took the leap off. I found that it was not rocks, but a featherbed of angels, awaiting my return to the flock.
Saint Matthew my child for now you see, nothing can hurt you, long as through me. Through all that is, so am I. Through heaven thy earth upon eternal light, I grant you my power to make things right.