Merry Christmas Mother India

Most in India won't be celebrating Christmas this year. December 25 will be just like any other day, as millions struggle to just get by with enough food to make it through the day. India is kept in bondage by Hinduism. The country has more than enough food to feed its citizens, but that food is eaten by cattle and rats. The cattle and rats aren't killed because of the Hinduism belief of reincarnation--people are afraid they'll kill/eat their family members. Thus Satan deceives and people starve, and approximately 1 billion people are heading into a Christless eternity in hell.


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

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed
Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved
Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace

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
--Mother India, Caedmon's Call, Share The Well