Mother Theresa Come Be My Light November 13, 2007
Farwell
I’m leaving my dear house
And my beloved land
To steamy Bengal I go
To a distant shore.
I’m leaving my old friends
Forsaking family and home
My heart draws me onward
To serve my Christ.
Goodbye, O mother dear
May God be with you all
A Higher Power compels me
Toward torrid India.
The ship moves slowly ahead
Cleaving the ocean waves,
As my eyes take last look
At Europe’s dear shores.
Bravely standing on the deck
Joyful, peaceful of mien,
Christ’s happy little one,
His new bride-to-be.
In her hand a cross of iron
On which the Savior hangs,
While her eager soul offers there
Its painful sacrifice.
“Oh, God, accept this sacrifice
As sign of my love,
Help, please, Thy creature
To glorify Thy name!
In return, I only ask of Thee,
O most kind Father of us all:
Let me save at least one soul–
One you already know.”
Fine and pure as summer dew
Her soft warm tears begin to flow,
Sealing and sanctifying now
Her painful sacrifice.
I want to live a life of sacrifice no matter the cost.
