A poem about St. Patrick

A poem about St. Patrick

Oh, Patrick was a privileged son

Of wealthy British gentry

His name alone could

Open doors

His mien could gain him entry

T’was thought him favored in his birth

And envied him by all

But God selected him for growth

Pride goeth before a fall,

At sweet 16

His castle crumbled

His bubble burst and he

Was kidnapped, shamed, defiled,

And sold across the sea

In slavery he became a

Man

And learned to use his shame

To help his fellow men to God

To faith and peace and hope

In Him

Not relying on wealth and family name

In freedom he sought

Poverty to fill his soul with

Gold

And found his call in

Doing good to love the heathen

Soul.

He spent his life for 30 years

Blessing God’s Emerald Isle

Becoming one with the Christ

He found in the face

Of the Irish Child.

His greatness came in being

Small and poor and meek and mild

The snakes he foiled were

Greed and sin and hate for

Fellow men

Oh, Patrick change our hearts

This day

To seek for golden faith

To open hearts and minds

With love

Till peace can reign again

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