Call Caedmon`s Mother India Lyrics

Mother India Lyrics

Father God, You have shed Your tears for Mother India 

They have fallen to water ancient seeds 

That will grow into hands to 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 captures me in Your embrace 



The serpent spoke and the world believed its venom 

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



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