Mother India Lyrics
| Song | Mother India |
| Artist | Caedmon's Call |
| Album | Share The Well |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goodgame, Osenga | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Goodgame, Osenga | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Goodgame, Osenga | |
| 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 |
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