Saint Patrick's Day Poem by Burt Poole

It’s a day of celebration, lots of laughter and
some tears,
as we think of godly Patrick and his mark upon
the years.
How his fervent love for Jesus made him leave
his native land
To spread the Word that he had heard to a roguish,
heathen clan.
When he saw the tiny shamrock growing in old
Erin’s sod,
He used it as an object to teach of the Triune
God.
Yes, Father, Son and Spirit sent forth this man
to win,
Those souls for our dear Savior, Who would take
away their sin.
Now, wherever you go in Ireland, you’ll see Saint
Patrick’s name.
Though he was just God’s humble servant who sought
no earthly fame.
So, whether you are Irish or from some other line,
You can tell of Patrick’s Savior when you see the
Shamrock Sign.