Mother India 歌词

	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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