Saint Francis Xavier

In the realm where sunsets softly fade,

A tale of faith by time is made.

Saint Francis Xavier, a soul ablaze,

A servant of God in mysterious ways.

Born in Navarre, a noble's kin,

Yet destined for a life akin

To spreading gospel, a sacred fire,

Igniting souls with pure desire.

To the East he sailed, a missionary bold,

A story of miracles and wonders to unfold.

In distant lands where spices scent the air,

He carried the cross, a burden to bear.

Through jungles dense and waters wide,

He walked with purpose, faith as his guide.

The shores of Goa and Malacca's shore,

Witnessed the miracles that hearts adore.

In Japan's embrace, a foreign land,

He stood unwavering, a steadfast stand.

The seeds of Christianity he sowed,

In hearts and minds, a sacred code.

With lanterns lit and prayers sincere,

He faced the challenges, devoid of fear.

A pilgrim soul in a foreign sphere,

Preaching love and dispelling every tear.

But time, relentless, did not stand still,

And in Shangchuan, his voice fell still.

The waves of the sea became his grave,

Yet his legacy, the faith he gave.

Saint Francis Xavier, in heaven's grace,

A guiding light for the human race.

In the echoes of prayers, in the hymns we sing,

Your spirit lives on, on a celestial wing.