Before you lift that glass of ale
To a shamrock or leprechaun
I've a story to tell about a man known well
He was St Patrick of Ireland
He dreamed someday he'd be governor
While in his village in Britain
At the age of sixteen Irish raiders changed that dream
And took him captive to Ireland
He was sold and his new life in slavery began
He cried to God and felt forgotten
His anger left him confused what right had God to abuse
And leave him there in Ireland
A fellow slave asked, is God at your beck and call
Please tell me what for God you've done
The Holy Spirit began to change the heart of this man
Who was a slave in Ireland
He prayed Father, I'm sorry, please forgive me
If a slave I'm to be let me be a slave for Thee
How I long to be home 'neath the warmth of the sun
Don't let me die in Ireland
Six years would pass, his hatred melted away
Love for the Irish had begun
Yet he committed to pray one hundred times a day
That God would free him from Ireland
And in a dream one night he heard the voice of God
Telling him that the time had come
Though it would be a hard road the Lord would carry his load
And set him free from Ireland
Once back home he spent much time reading God's word
And prayed to God to give direction
A dream awoke him one night and he was shaking with fright
God said go back to Ireland
He found his parents and church they didn't want him to go
They felt God's will would not be done
A holy man said he'd pray and soon his church would then say
He was the man for Ireland
He had a deep walk with God and a life filled with prayer
A love for the Irish, hoped to show them God's care
He believed that God's grace would sustain him to the end
He said I'm ready to die in Ireland
Twenty-four years would pass till the time came at last
To say farewell to family and home
And the next thirty years, lived with faith, prayer, and tears
Would see thousands brought to Christ's kingdom
On his last day on earth he called his friends to his side
And said that he was not the one
Who brought change to the land there was One greater and grand
Who set men free in Ireland
He wanted people to focus on Christ not on him
When he had long been gone
Patrick didn't save, it was the Christ who gave
His life for all in Ireland
I pray Father, I'm sorry, please forgive me
No other name under heaven can save but Thee
Patrick prayed, Thank you, Father, for all You've done
You let me die in Ireland
You let me die in Ireland
Oh, let me die in Ireland
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