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.