Ancient Words 歌词

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