A tad of orange, a dash of yellow a bit more green-
A rainbow dancing through brightening skies, will the kettle yet be found?
St. Patrick paraded through at a jaunt, returned again to shine a beam.
A land of dance, a land of cheer, yet the devil's hard packed ground.
Everyone's a friend; no stranger is there to meet.
Freely flows the brew just one swig, or two or three, and soon you'll dance the devil's jig.
How the devil does laugh as the mockery is served up so freely, so fast, blended to tweet.
A dash of yellow, a tad of orange, and a bit more green to beat-
Dance, my friend, for the day it is early, leave your cares behind, turn away from the light-
Turn away; turn away, so goes the worlds theme, turn from the one shining beam.
Cover your ears lest you hear, so the devils do cheer as another soul takes flight.
Once a slave, St. Patrick escaped, yet did return to rip the devils seam.
Oh, "Isle of the Emerald" how does the beauty around you hide the Creator's voice?
Beauty beyond compare, family, friends and more a stranger never did thou meet.
So swift to share a dance, ever so swift to welcome a new friend, do you not know to Heaven it is by choice?
A friend at all times, swift to lend a hand, ever ready to share a pot of stew, yet, of character true, independent by nature, can you not hear the steps of time beat?
A bit more green, a dash of yellow, a tad of orange, are you still searching my friend?
Looking over green hills, over valleys, ledges and cliffs, can you not see the shining light?
Take my hand, and follow me, and I will show you the only one who holds the kettle you so desire, in the end.
Listen closely, and I'll tell you once and again, it is of the one St. Patrick proclaimed to you so long ago, listen closely if you wish to receive your sight.
My dear friend, I know of your customs, I know your culture 'tis true, as it was once mine.
The way you walk my dear friend it leads to the pit of no return, a curse much worse than ever you knew, or heard tell.
There is but one way to find the streets that shine with gold, the river that is of crystal, the city that is walled with many precious jewels, only one way, only one tine.
Customs, traditions, culture and all else will lead you only to a fiery well.
So many paths, so many roads, that all lead to a place of never ending heartache, of despair as you've never yet known-
Oh, "Isle of Emerald" how you shine so bright, yet your brightness dims as this world you dare embrace.
Yet, not you only, for many fail to hear the truth of the gospel of the living Christ, and why, it is because of my testimony, as I've surely I've not always for His grace shown.
So today, I must say pardon me, as my steps I must retrace.
Looking for a kettle of gold the reward at the end of life, the blessings at the end of the rainbows, how oft we forget always we must walk in grace.
As I call out to you, I must always remember, once I too walked the swirling paths of this world, I too heard not the call of all creation, which calls out to the Creator.
Chasing foolish glimmers of sparkling glitter, how I failed to see the light, which will one day vanish with no trace.
My friend, did you not know that St. Patrick's day, is a day for us to remember a man named Patrick (the son of Calpurnius, and, Concess,) who called upon his former captor's, family, friends and more to turn their hearts to the one and only true Savior.
Patrick was but a man who proclaimed the gospel, converting many a pagan.
A dash of yellow, a tad of orange, and a bit of green, it is the colors of hope.
Streets of gold, are yellow so we're told, hints of orange whisper so loud as the lost crash into the fiery pit, and last the light it is still green, because my dear friend we have been told to go…
The snakes of the Emerald Isle are no more than the fallen angel's who work today to deceive via passing the jug, by passing out flatteries galore, by stealing the hearts of those who knew no strangers, who would always lend a helping hand…
And now my friend this tale it is told, for you that have read I've prayed once and again, that the blinders would be removed, that your ears would be unstopped.
Because you see, my dear friend, as I offer my hand to you, I am extending to you the grace that was extended to me.
Listen closely, listen carefully, because my friend, whether you be of Irish decent or of another if in works of your own you are trusting for a home in heaven, then it is not enough. There is one way, and only way to gain entrance to that blessed heavenly home, and that is through the door.
John 14:6
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
I Timothy 2:5
For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus;
John 10:28-30
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.
My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand.
I and my Father are one.
Acts 16:31
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house
Romans 10:10-15
For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.
For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.
For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher?
And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!
Mark 16:15
And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.
Are you chasing after gold, and forgetting that your soul
has much more value, than many pots of gold?)
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