We are all Pencils in the hand of God

Down the lane that leads off
the long Calcutta road,
I see the misery of those
who have no fingers
or hands to plead,
“Alms Please”

Me! – I am one of those
who lie in this filthy road
not to plead, but to please
a fellow man who is dying in the lane
off the road, where I comfort him
in a word of prayer.

But now, too late
at heavens gate
he sits and waits
for to see if he may be
a pencil in the hands of God,

to send a message,
carved upon a stone
in the name of – “Jesus”
to bless the lonely beggars
who beg upon this road -
“Mercy Please”

Now you know why -
Dear - “Mother Teresa”
walks these lonely roads,
looking for their souls
to take them there,
where heaven waits today.