Mother India

Father God, you have shed your tears for Mother India

They have fallen to water ancient seeds

That will grow into hands that touch the untouchable

How blessed are the poor, the sick, the weak

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed

Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved

Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace

Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace

The Serpent spoke and the world believed its venom

Now we're ten to a room or compared to magazines

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed

Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved

Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace

Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace

Key change up

There's a land where our shackles turn to diamonds

Where we trade in our rags for a royal crown

In that place, our oppressors hold no power

And the doors of the King are thrown wide

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed

Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved

Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace

Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace