The feast of St, George

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Never to recant his faith in the Lord.
Advanced, gifted with the sword.

Soldier of the Christ. Fought courageously
in belief.
compelled evil to hell as angels roared
in raw relief.

Onwards to the realm.
Converging from afar with Godly squall
and brush of helm.

Under his pennon they forge.
Chanting 'Jerusalem'
for the feast of St, George.

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