Saint Patrick Remembered

For his works in the name of the Lord,

When he found his true God as a slave,

He had a river of doubt to ford.

As a young shepherd, a slave he prayed,

over 100 times each night,

He felt the spirit surround him,

And never gave in to fright.

After six years a bound man,

A voice bid him escape by sea,

He made his way back to Britain,

Warmly received at the Marmoutier Abbey.

Alas many years passed him by,

As he prayed and did works for the church,

The voice of the Irish called him back,

His leaving had put them in a lurch.

He returned to hills of green,

Healing the people and land,

He put up churches and schools everywhere,

Even though the Druids had him slammed.

His faith in the Lord was constant,

He escaped many an arrest and fight,

He showed the people of Ireland a new way,

That the Lord was love, truth, justice and might.

The Trinity is and remains,

A cornerstone of his teachings,

The shamrock shows us how,

The Trinity is three separate beings.

Separate beings on their own and yet,

United in one entity,

The Father, The son, The Holy Spirit,

Bring peace, light and serenity.

To this day each 17^th of March,

We don shamrocks, have parades and cabbage,

We pinch friends who don't wear green,

Show Irish pride and display we aren't average.

People forget the point of the day,

To remember a man of the light,

Saint Patrick, I salute and honor you,

You brought the Irish back to life.