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
 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