Beautiful.
Saint Patrick: The Musical
LutheranSatire
Here’s the story of Saint Patrick put to music. All of it’s true. Even the, uh, well, you’ll see.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHr02U1OYVk
Verse 1
As my own hand has written,
I was born in Britain
When Romans reigned over the place.
Though the son of a deacon,
I shunned the Lord’s beacon
And never cared much for His grace.
Then, when I was still childish,
The fierce, pagan Irish
Snatched me and stole me away.
So, with no one to save me
From those who’d enslaved me,
That’s when I started to pray.
I prayed to the God Who had freed me from sin
That He’d free me from slav’ry’s abyss
But while I was awaitin’
The Lord’s liberatin’
The pagans would taunt me like this:
Bridge 1
Come on, now, Patrick,
Come sing of the One
Who has saved you as
You clean our mold-ridden socks.
Come on, now, Holy Boy,
Call on God’s Son
As we beat you with sticks and/or rocks.
Verse 2
Six whole years they enslaved me
But He Who had saved me,
His will would not never be done.
So, one day, while a-dreamin,’
I heard a voice screamin,’
A voice that was telling me:
Bridge 2
Run, Patrick, run.
To the coast white with foam.
Run, Patrick, run.
God is leading you home.
Verse 3
Home was my hope
When I spotted a boat
And the captain then let me on board
But when he pulled his nipple,
I didn’t...
[Interrupted]
...and then brought me home, thank the Lord.
Verse 4
Back in the arms of my mother and father
Living the life I had missed.
But so strangely, while dreamin,’
New voices were screamin,’
All of them telling me this:
Bridge 3
Come on, now, Patrick,
Come back to the land
Of we pagans who gave you your chains and your strife.
Give us love and forgiveness;
Extend us your hand
With the words of the Author of life.
Bridge 4
How can I go back
And forgive all those sinners who put me through hell?
And yet how could I not?
Since the blood that forgave me
Forgives them as well.
No, the ones across...
[Interrupted]
Valjean, at last, we see...
[Interrupted]
You must preach them the gospel.
Valjean, at last...
[Interrupted]
Verse 4
After this revelation,
I sought ordination,
Then looked at my bishop and clan.
“Let me preach Him Who saved me
To those who enslaved me.”
And this is what my bishop said:
Bridge 5
Okay.
Go, Patrick, go
To the land you once fled.
Go, Patrick, go.
Preach the Savior Who bled.
Bridge 6
Hey, look, it’s Patrick, that we put in chains.
What are you doin’ back?
I have come to proclaim
That the One Who forgave me
Is righting the wrongs.
So come gather around;
Let me sing you His song.
Bridge 7
Preach, Patrick, preach
Save the souls [on the aisle? it’s unclear.]
But don’t lose heart
‘Cause it might take a while.
[Interrupted.]
Verse 5
I just preached Him Who saved me
To those who enslaved me
And freed them from death and from sin.
Bridge 8
And he also told us that after we became Christians
We wouldn’t have to do the, uh, you know, nipple thing anymore.
[Interrupted.]