We are reminded of him, this time every year,
On A certain day, not much talk of the reason,
He is remembered, in A special way.
In the third century, an emperor, known as Claudius the cruel,
In those day's, ordered all Romans, to worship twelve God's,
Or their life be taken away.
To be a Christian, and believe in Christ, was A crime,
The of death, did not scare this man, as he was imprisoned,
Waiting for his time.
He taught A jailers, blind daughter to pray, A light,
Shone in the jail, and she could see, the last note, he signed,
From your Valentine, he was killed on February 14th 270 AD,
In his memory, A special day, came to be.
Tom Maxwell copyright 1/23/2006 AD
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
We are reminded of him, this time every year,
On A certain day, not much talk of the reason,
He is remembered, in A special way.
In the third century, an emperor, known as Claudius the cruel,
In those day's, ordered all Romans, to worship twelve God's,
Or their life be taken away.
To be a Christian, and believe in Christ, was A crime,
The of death, did not scare this man, as he was imprisoned,
Waiting for his time.
He taught A jailers, blind daughter to pray, A light,
Shone in the jail, and she could see, the last note, he signed,
From your Valentine, he was killed on February 14th 270 AD,
In his memory, A special day, came to be.
Tom Maxwell copyright 1/23/2006 AD
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