In Skopje’s heart, in the year 1910,
A beacon was born to guide all men.
Mother Teresa, a name so pure,
A life of love, a heart secure.

From the streets of Skopje to the world’s embrace,
She carried a light, a boundless grace.
With hands that healed and words so kind,
She touched the souls of all mankind.

A calling so deep, she could not ignore,
To leave behind the familiar shore.
To serve the poor, the weak, the lost,
To carry their burdens, no matter the cost.

With each step taken in distant lands,
She offered her heart, her gentle hands.
A stranger to fame, a stranger to wealth,
Yet rich in spirit, full of health.

In the alleys of Calcutta, where shadows lay,
She brought the dawn, she showed the way.
To the sick, the poor, the lost, the weak,
In her eyes, love was all they’d seek.

With every smile and gentle touch,
She gave the world so very much.
A nun in habit, a saint in deed,
She answered the cries of those in need.

The Missionaries of Charity she began,
A humble order, yet a noble plan.
To serve the forgotten, the cast-aside,
With no one to turn to, nowhere to hide.

She walked with grace through streets of pain,
Bringing hope like the softest rain.
To the orphaned child, the dying man,
She held them close, she took their hand.

Her life, a mission, her faith, her guide,
In every corner, she turned the tide.
For love is the answer, she’d softly say,
In the darkest night, she’d find the day.

To see beyond the ragged cloth,
To find the human soul, so oft
Forgotten by a world so cold,
She cradled them, made them bold.

Her prayers were whispered, her actions loud,
She wore her humility like a shroud.
In every gesture, in every prayer,
She showed us all how much she cared.

Her presence lit the darkest street,
Where poverty and suffering meet.
Yet she saw dignity in every face,
A child of God, full of grace.

She lived for others, she gave her all,
In every heart, she left her call.
To care, to love, to serve with pride,
With Mother Teresa, humanity’s tide.

Through wars and famines, trials and tears,
She offered solace, calmed their fears.
A figure of peace in troubled lands,
A gift of God in human hands.

Though small in stature, her spirit soared,
In every broken life restored.
In every soul she gently healed,
The depth of her love was revealed.

On this anniversary, we bow our heads,
Remembering the path she tread.
A life of sacrifice, a life so grand,
She built her legacy in every land.

For Mother Teresa, the saint of the poor,
Showed us a love that’s ever sure.
A love that asks for nothing back,
But fills the heart where hope may lack.

In the name of love, in the name of peace,
She sought to make the pain decrease.
To every soul she gave her heart,
And taught the world the healer’s art.

Her words were few, her actions loud,
She wore her humility like a shroud.
In every gesture, in every prayer,
She showed us all how much she cared.

Oh Mother Teresa, your spirit remains,
In every act of love that sustains.
In every hand that reaches out,
In every whisper, in every shout.

You’ve taught us to see beyond the strife,
To cherish each day, to value life.
In your memory, we strive to be,
A little more like you, a little more free.

In every slum, in every street,
Where hunger and suffering often meet,
Your love endures, your light still shines,
A saintly presence in our times.

So let us remember, let us reflect,
On a life that demands our deepest respect.
For in her name, let kindness reign,
On this earth, let love sustain.

In every smile, in every tear,
Mother Teresa, we feel you near.
On this anniversary, we celebrate,
A saint of love, a soul so great.

The world remembers, the world recalls,
How love can rise above all walls.
In her name, let us continue the fight,
To bring forth compassion, to spread her light.

For Mother Teresa, a saint so pure,
Whose memory will always endure.
A legacy written in every heart,
A life of love, the holiest art.

In every broken soul made whole,
We feel her touch, her noble goal.
To love without condition or pride,
To walk forever by her side.

Her journey ended, but her love lives on,
A light that shines at each new dawn.
For Mother Teresa, forever bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.

Let her message ring clear, far and wide,
That love is the force by which we abide.
In her footsteps, we find our way,
To serve, to love, to live each day.

And though she's gone, her spirit stays,
In every act of love that pays
Homage to her saintly grace—
In every corner, every place.

So here’s to Mother Teresa, divine,
A heart of gold, a soul so fine.
In memory we bow, in gratitude we stand,
For she has blessed every land.  

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