Children of Australia singing the SOS to Madre Teresa and Lynn Rogers

S. O. S.   MADRE  TERESA

Children's posthumous SOS Song to Mother Teresa of Calcutta, now in heaven.

In the immortal words of Miss Winfield, when addressing her students just before they recorded “Madre Teresa”,

“You may never sing a song of such great importance. Here, you literally have a chance to save lives of children”.

MADRE TERESA ©

Madre Teresa, Madre, please be near
Madre Teresa please, please hear

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Madre Teresa, your children are calling
From the plains of Africa, with every sun dawning
From Urals of Russia, to streets of America
Paddy fields of Asia, and in the crowds of India

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Madre Teresa, Madre, please be near
Madre Teresa please, please hear

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Abandoned children are hearing the whispers
Carried on winds of hope, by brothers and sisters
There's coming a lady, a Madre, a Madre
To a home of love, she will lead the way

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Madre Teresa, Madre please be near,
Madre Teresa, please, please hear.

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All over the world little children run,
Hearts full of hope to finally, find a mum.
That lady's voice through valleys will ring
Sent by the LORD is the lady born to sing

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Madre Teresa, Madre, please be near
Madre Teresa, please, please hear

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Oh dear lady can you hear them waking
Building their hopes, each breath they're taking
Madre Teresa, your children they need you
'Needing to belong, they're waiting for your song

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Madre Teresa, Madre, please be near
Madre Teresa, please, please hear

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The song that children are seeking help with:

Mother Teresa's song in reply to the children singing "Madre Teresa", presented posthumously with the assistance of Lynn Rogers

MY CHILDREN, MY CHILDREN ©

My children, my children, your mother is coming,
My children your mother is near.
My children abandoned, this mother she loves you,
I'll do what I can don't you fear.

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...Now gather around and listen to me...
Together we will find a home, 
Every detail is planned in the heavens above 
And this home will be filled with love.

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...Together we'll make some music...
That will help find a home for you all,
We'll sing so loud the whole world will crowd,
To see beauty in children so small
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...My children, my children, your mother is coming...
My children your mother is near,
My children abandoned, this mother she loves you,
I'll do what I can don't you fear.
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...Come feel my love and the love from above...
and you'll know you're never alone.
When you feel the pull, from love so full,
Then you'll know you're heading for home.

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...Let the folks look and see how lovely it could be...
If their home was warmed by someone.
Now come sing with me by this big Christmas tree,
Open the door to your hearts, little ones.

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(Children singing)

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I'll give kindness, understanding, compassion, its true,
And bring...so much happiness...to you.
To be loved, to be loved, to be loved, can't you see?
How much it means to me?

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...My foundations are faith in my Lord, my God...
Which will lead me to eternal happiness.
My door is my heart, wide open to all, 
Inside you'll find love and friendliness.

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...My beams are of virtue, stand straight and true...
They'll endure long after my youth.
My windows are ideals, let you see trust within,
Cross my heart, tell the truth.

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...My walls are of courage to defend what is right...
to protect the less fortunate than me.
My roof is of hope for all mankind,
To see we are all one family.
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...I'll give kindness, understanding, compassion, its true...
And bring...so much happiness...to you.
To be loved, to be loved to be loved, can't you see?
How much it means to me?

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(Mother Teresa's continued response sung by Lynn Rogers)
My children, my children, in these words may you find,
What a home is really meant to be,
And the love you share, with your brothers and sisters,
Will take you where I'll finally wait for thee.

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(Children singing)

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I feel your love, and the love from above,
And I know I'm never alone.
When I feel the pull, from love so full,

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...Then I know I'm heading for home...
I'll give kindness, understanding, compassion, its true,
And bring...so much happiness...to you.

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To be loved, to be loved, to be loved can't you see,
How much it means to me?
To be loved, to be loved, to be loved can't you see,
How much it means to me?

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