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TITLE: Bloodlines By Kevin Camps 12/06/04 |
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All glory be to the Christ who was opened up to seal me
All honor and power be the Lord of Liberty
Arrayed with stripes
Spirit man functioning in temporary reality
Perfect hands mold this pottery
No blemishes or spots
His blood proved to be stronger than a roman thought
Sent from the port of glory and landed on the dock called flesh
Still he lived a life that shined above the rest
Driven into the wilderness he withstood the test
Just to end up on the cross and see his blood leak
Drip after drip every drop lined up
To heal the pain in our hearts and the inadequacies in our mindset
He blood was the bleach that redeemed us to the father
He love was the seed that brought us to the power
Thorns and nails were his wardrobe on that day
The garment of praise was worth the price he had to pay
Bloodlines to kinfolk, kinfolk to sinning folk
No one person is exempt from the word that was spoke
Touch and feel see if it is real
Your life of worship is needed for these nations to heal
Tap into your bloodlines
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