A Poem - India Beloved India, by Sister Gwen Shaw
India my beloved India, why do I love thee so? Why do I long to stand on your soil with your burden bending me low?
You've gripped my heart with a love so strong that it will not let me go.
And when I must leave you and come away, I cannot forget you, you know.
I carry your image stamped on my heart, my tears are mingled with yours.
I've suffered with you in the heat and the cold, and worked with your sons for our Lord.
Your children I've held in my arms as they've died, your widows I've comforted too,
I've prayed for your sick and I've searched for your lost, what else dear Lord can I do?
If giving my life would help you to find the Christ of India Road,
I'd gladly say yes and lay it down now, that you might be released from sin's load.
How can I share this burden I feel with a carefree and indifferent world?
How can I get my own people to care for you that they all might behold
your struggle and suffering, and the pangs for your birth
your cry for help in the night?
As darkness now closes you all around,
How can I send you the light?
India beloved India, why do you pull me apart?
It must be because the Lord loves you too,
And he's loving you through my heart...
India my beloved India, why do I love thee so? Why do I long to stand on your soil with your burden bending me low?
You've gripped my heart with a love so strong that it will not let me go.
And when I must leave you and come away, I cannot forget you, you know.
I carry your image stamped on my heart, my tears are mingled with yours.
I've suffered with you in the heat and the cold, and worked with your sons for our Lord.
Your children I've held in my arms as they've died, your widows I've comforted too,
I've prayed for your sick and I've searched for your lost, what else dear Lord can I do?
If giving my life would help you to find the Christ of India Road,
I'd gladly say yes and lay it down now, that you might be released from sin's load.
How can I share this burden I feel with a carefree and indifferent world?
How can I get my own people to care for you that they all might behold
your struggle and suffering, and the pangs for your birth
your cry for help in the night?
As darkness now closes you all around,
How can I send you the light?
India beloved India, why do you pull me apart?
It must be because the Lord loves you too,
And he's loving you through my heart...