Mother Teresa of Calcutta;
A citizen of India
In her works she had belong to the world
In her heart she had belong to God
She answered a call within a call
Lived in poverty, lived in slum
All her sufferings, never made her fall.
She lived among the poorest of the poor
Loved even the most unlovable
Served in the slums, not for fame
She never thought of life with comfort
She did it for Christ and for His Church.
A saint of long darkness;
In crisis of faith, doubting
Blinded by the strange suffering
In her own eyes, she was God's pencil
A tiny bit of pencil which He Writes what He likes
But after long years of doubts,
Came a short period of renewal
With renewed faith, her love shouts
Mother Teresa of Calcutta;
With your words, I listened
By your love for His people;
Becomes my inspiration within
With your renewed faith, I find strength
Strength to continue believing
Loving others makes life worth living.
In my simplest way,
I want to greet you a happy birthday
You have shared love in your most loving way
What you have done in my life,
Will forever remain in my memory.
With your death, I wept
But your works of love, are treasures I kept.
_MAIA_
August 26,2009
11: 30pm
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (August 27,1910-Sept.5,1997)
Birthday: Aug.26
Baptized: Aug.27
Photo: cdcssacramento
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