As my subconscious collects my sin, from my present and past
And generational curses, that no longer last
My vessel remembers, its fleshly desire
Of sin that pleased me, that burned like fire
I feel my spirit, preparing itself
for a sacrifice that will save me, from myself
I feel my spirit preparing me, for my blessing in eternity
A Son. The Fathers most treasured possession
A perfect Son, straight from heaven
His love so great, he took my sin
So that one day, I can be with Him