Ancient Words

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