BE LIKE YOU
Serving in the alley of Calcutta’s streets, where she always was, knelt by the poor
They all called her Mother – feeding the hungry, cradling heartache, sickness, and sores
And a woman walked up with two little boys, visiting from U.S. ground
She said, “You are the queen of all Jesus taught – our Father must be so proud!
I could never be like you. I could never walk that road
You are so amazing – Look at all the love you’ve shown
I have long imagined me doing everything you do
But I’m in such a different place – I could never be like you”
Taking in the words that she had just heard, she picked up a rattle that fell to the ground
Said, “I had a mom that nurtured and loved me and taught me of mercy, like your little men
You are showing them justice – you’ve brought them both here – not something most would do
See, I don’t want to be married – I don’t think I could make a wife and a home like you! (CH)
I say listen to me, my child. We’re not so different now, if it’s love that we give
What your hand finds on earth to do, do as the Lord would choose, serving right where you live.