SINS OF OUR FATHERS

Numerous are our father's sin,

Ours not small either,

This is indeed a clog,

In our relationship with God.

In sin we are born,

In sin, we feed,

Our sins are legion,

A clog in our kinship with God.

In his infinity mercies and love,

He sent his only son,

To wash our sins away,

With his precious blood.

He showed us the way out,

From the sins of our fathers,

Saying he is the way, the truth and the life,

And with his precious blood we are safe

In this blood I wash myself,

To be held afresh in his creation,

All sins have passed away,

Behold, all things have become new.