I am at Your feetI'm on bended kneeYou're my FatherI've become Your childI receive Your worthBy my right of birth For Jesus, my brother, has brokenThe curses of all generations By His blood, I can enter inTo the blessing of AbrahamSo place Your right hand upon my headAnd speak the ancient wordsSpeak the ancient words Make our future, LordEver fruitful, LordAnd our sorrowsMay we soon forgetMake Your countenanceNow shine down on us For Jesus, our brother, was woundedFor every curse that's been spoken By His blood, we can enter inTo the blessing of AbrahamSo place Your right hand upon our headsAnd speak the ancient words over us, LordSpeak the ancient words So cover us with ancient wordsWords that bless and break the curses of our fathersSo cover us with ancient wordsHeal the wounds that haveLasted generations Speak ancient words, over usAncient words, over usAncient words, over us
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