in rhyming verse

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Story of Saint Patrick (The)

St Patrick, when a teenage boy, 

     Was captured by a man
And smuggling him to Ireland,

      Was a big part of his plan. 

He sold him to a farmer

      And so Patrick cared for sheep.
He said his prayers to God each night

     But one night in his sleep . . . 

God’s voice told him to run away

      As quickly as he could,
And Patrick, taking heed of God,

        Assured him that he would.

He made a frightening journey, but

     Returned back home once more
And in his heart, and with much prayer,

      His future became sure.

He studied and became a priest –

      A truly good priest too.
He prayed to God Almighty

      Who then told him what to do.

He returned again to Ireland

      Where the Christian faith he taught.
One day he found a clover leaf

      And this is what he thought:

The clover plant has three small leaves

      Which grow upon one stem:
The Trinity’s like this as well -

      Made up of three, like them.

The Father, Son and Spirit

      Are the three parts which make the one,
But the one who came to live on earth

      Was Jesus, God’s own son.

St Patrick preached God’s holy word

       For over sixty years
And for certain, when he left our world,

      In Ireland they shed tears.

This man, a most beloved Saint,

      Had left his mark for sure,
And if we all leave marks of good -

      Well, who could strive for more?

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THE REAL STORY OF ST PATRICK TOPS THE MYTHS - Oh read this.  The true story tops any myths you may have heard.  Josie 



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