Hail to St. Patrick, brought as a slave to this fair land,
He served as a shepherd under God's own Hand
He was often lonely, hungry and cold,
As he wandered the mountainside, tending his fold.
God then led him away, to return to his own,
Yet Patrick's heart was filled with the seed that had been sown
He made the decision
To return on a mission.
He traveled through county after county,
Distributing the Lord's bounty.
In a land of human sacrifice,
Our Saint was ready to pay the price.
He preached under bonny blue skies,
His words were true and wise,
He was sent to evangelize.
And Apostle of truth, of change and reform,
By his message, the Emerald Isle was reborn.
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Author Notes
Thanks to lonniellogan for artwork.
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