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Song of Saint Patrick - part 7 - conclusion

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Song of Saint Patrick - part 7 - conclusion

VII
Conclusion

Patrick was a gentle soul, 
	With joy and kindness he was rife,
		He served one god, his Creator,
	Thankful for being given life.
			On March 17th, year 460
				Patrick took his final breath,
					Though, by the pope, never canonized,
				The people sainted him in death.

God healed the sick, led, kept safe the flock,
	Restored sight to the blind;
		Patrick shared his ears, kept warm his heart
	And always, he was kind,
			He reflected his creator
				In all he'd say and do
					And in God's mission for him
				His friends numbered not a few

God (through Patrick) worked miracles
	Around the Irish lands
		And throughout the verdant countryside
	Proof of his mission stands:
			He Christianized the heathen,
				Showed them Compassion's golden way,
					He taught them of forgiveness
				And to one god to pray.

Patrick knew his life's purpose
	Was, God's will, to serve
		And in his faith, he knew 
	That, from no path, he could swerve.
			All is as it is, we each have our course,
				But always do the most,
					Patrick did for his Creator,
				The Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

So, the story of St. Patrick,
	You now know a little bit
		And how this faithful servant
	Of God would never quit:
			St. Patrick followed his calling,
				To his path, he remained true--
					As we all have a mission,
				Something we each must do.

A final thought I share with you
	Before I go my way
		About the Faith in Ireland,
	Staunchly defended yet today:
			If someone went throughout the land
				To impart yet unheard news,
					How is it that it'd be received?
				Which ones would wear whose shoes?

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