God's Chosen Star Poem by JEM JAN

Saints in the Heavens
you take my brother with both hands
Angels in His glory
You take my brother in victory
Bright stars in the sky
you take the loving soul sly

Rejoice O heaven
To receive Your son
Who lived for the poor
Felt with the suffering sure
Staying at your altar a joy for ever
Rain or shine saying no to you never

Sharing with the needy
Not affected by the greedy
Saint of the gutter should
Went around doing good
loved the creator in creatures
lived your life Inigo the preacher

Jesus I know you cared him so dear
You loved His heart so pure
But why this pain and hurt can't share
How much can my lonely heart bear?
Better grief is my companion
Or dark barren land's dominion

God tell when my sadness will fade
tears will reach their end of shade
Why don't you take me by the hand,
To last his dreams of mission band
To retrieve my brother's promised land
Your chosen star Inigo's gentle wand!