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