In the realm of faith, where valor marks the soul,
An apostle rose, his heart on God’s grand goal.
Saint Paul was his name, a beacon of divine light,
Walking ‘neath the heavens, his spirit took its flight.
A heroic mantle he bore, though not of sword or shield,
But a strength that came from words, a courage that would not yield.
The light that sparkled in his eyes, mirrored the stars above,
A soldier not in war but peace, his weapon, undying love.
His voice echoed through valleys, over mountains, across the sea,
“Love thy neighbor,” he urged, “as God has loved thee.”
From Damascus to Jerusalem, in synagogues he stood,
Preaching not mere doctrine, but the universal good.
In the storm of persecution, his faith stood firm and tall,
Neither chains nor stony hearts could make this giant fall.
With wisdom dipped in grace, his words like honey flowed,
Each syllable, a star that in the dark firmament glowed.
He traversed lands of sand and stone, under the scorching sun,
Yet, no trial could quench the flame of this God-chosen one.
A hero, not in valor won by sword’s glinting sheen,
But by the force of love, in every heart he’d been.
His journey echoed through time, resonating still,
A testament of faith, of an iron will.
A melody of divine love, his life, a symphony,
A beacon for us all, in an ocean vast and free.
In the tapestry of ages, his figure stands, bold,
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