We were three unique brothers
Different in personality
So gifted as many others

One a grand athlete of sorts
A real big heart, full of a greater love
Greater at all games and all sports

A great chest player with brains he was
Learned to play, just to get along well
Not so great, and sort of ill I was

To this swell day, I cannot stand games
Brother now gone unto blue passion
To glory, his soul, as his heart names

Unlike: foul and unworthy Judas
He was Christlike, a diamond of sorts
Proud, and plump, like the Budhas

A brother, I never knew too well
He was a crook, and not so swell
Also gone, died young and then tell:

"Not a respecter of persons"
Where the Great One spies upon us
The odd and good, the big go on

To another realm in the cosmos
Angels I hear, church bells ring
As great saints walk on the seas coast

As fishermen dwelve into the sea
I can feel the hearts of both young men
Gone, and know both are a part of me!

Now it's just one brother left I love,
Also, a gift and is a greater heart
Continues to soar like a great dove!

We were like the three musketeers
Also, a fourth musketeer, not so noble
A great bunch of boys without tears

Two gone on to a realm of spirit glory
One brother of mine and know his heart
Who has lived without God's story

Want to say as I kneel to pray
Let Him grant mercy to all this day...