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Working for the poor, Had no idea what for, Just knew it had to be her job, Without attracting a mob. While others just mumbled, She stayed humble. Rather than being greedy, She chose to help the needy. Without a slightest expression of disgust She did their service with lust Oh! This stature who owned? None until a saintly figure showed. She took permission from no one, Just followed her God. No possessions of her own, Just Mother Teresa's humble submission for God.
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Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Servant of the Needy
Working for the poor, Had no idea what for, Just knew it had to be her job, Without attracting a mob. While others just mumbled, She stayed humble. Rather than being greedy, She chose to help the needy. Without a slightest expression of disgust She did their service with lust Oh! This stature who owned? None until a saintly figure showed. She took permission from no one, Just followed her God. No possessions of her own, Just Mother Teresa's humble submission for God.
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Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
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