Vārdi: John Waller. The Blessing. Ancient Words.

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I am at Your feet
I?m on bended knee
You?re my Father
I?ve become Your child
I receive Your worth
By my right of birth

For Jesus, my brother, has broken
The curses of all generations

By His blood, I can enter in
To the blessing of Abraham
So place Your right hand upon my head
And speak the ancient words
Speak the ancient words

Make our future, Lord
Ever fruitful, Lord
And our sorrows
May we soon forget
Make Your countenance
Now shine down on us

For Jesus, our brother, was wounded
For every curse that?s been spoken

By His blood, we can enter in
To the blessing of Abraham
So place Your right hand upon our heads
And speak the ancient words over us, Lord
Speak the ancient words

So cover us with ancient words
Words that bless and break the curses of our fathers
So cover us with ancient words
Heal the wounds that have
Lasted generations

Speak ancient words, over us
Ancient words, over us
Ancient words, over us

(Thanks to Sam for these lyrics)