I come by the blood, the blood of Jesus,
Not by my qualifications, not by works,
Not by my righteousness, not by strength.
My righteousness is like filthy rags,
by strength shall no man prevail,
Not with grumbling, not with complaints,
I come with supplications and requests.
I come for mercy; Let mercy prevail over judgement.
Choose me as the object of your love,
Smile at me my Father.
For it is not to those who do ‘runs’, nor those who sweat, But by your tender mercies and compassion;
let favours reply my labours.
Let your blood speak on my behalf, better things to my life: Better results, better relationships, better jobs, better me, better ‘every’.
Not just because the present is not good enough,
But because there is more with you.
I come through Jesus Christ, the name above all names,
I enter through the righteousness of Christ;
I enter into better things,
I break forth into greatness, I enter into institutions,
I break forth into high places, I enter into government,
I enter into Multination, I enter into …
Lift up you heads, every gates, Open up, coded doors,
Grant the heir of glory access, for the King of Glory, God Almighty, is my ‘Dada’.