A Saint Patrick's Day Poem

 


    A Saint Patrick’s Day Poem
        By Ronnie W. Wolfe – March 17, 2021

Just beyond the clouds where future rainbows grow,
There is a mystery where the minds of men are sure to go.
It tells of little leprechauns and clovers, leaves of four
And takes our thoughts to where we’ve never been before.

Our hearts are swathed with verdure color stained with Irish pride
As green as pastures beautiful on hills of fertile wide.
Saint Patrick stands in fertile mind as saint whose asps are gone,
Saint Patrick in his Baptist faith made Ireland his home.

He brushed aside all foreign faith to preach his worthy trust,
And lived his saintly life amidst the worldly lust.
At sixteen found his God a must and trusted heart and mind
And gave his life to gospel preach to the men of every kind.

Through suffering flesh and wearied mind he fought the greatest fight.
Baptized thousands to Baptist faith, took Ireland by flight.
Rigid days and lonely nights brought Patrick to the book.
He prayed so many prayers by day, by night to prayer he took.

No rainbow with its pot of gold excited Patrick’s life.
He gave his work to his own Lord and worried not for strife.
He preached the Bible clear and plain, obtained no other power,
And neither stronger arm nor voice could make his witness cower.

So stands this noted, Baptist man, from generations gone.
He stands as witness to the truth but neither stands alone.
Others followed his true course to a world of sinners grand,
Who brought the word here to our shores, this gospel-needing land.