Caedmon's Call - Mother India Lyrics
Father God, You have shed Your tears for Mother IndiaThey have fallen to water ancient seedsThat will grow into hands to touch the untouchableHow blessed are the poor, the sick, the weakFather, forgive me, for I have not believedLike Mother India, I have groaned and grievedFather, forgive me, I forgot Your graceYour Spirit falls on India and captures me in Your embraceThe serpent spoke and the world believed its venomNow we're ten to a room or compared with magazinesThere's a land where our shackles turn to diamondsWhere we trade in our rags for a royal crownIn that place, our oppressors hold no powerAnd the doors of the King are thrown wide