Lyrics The Father's Bargain (acoustic) - Wolves At the Gate , Zach Bolen

Oh, now my Son
Here is a company of miserable souls
Cold and undone
Searing their conscience with hearts black as coals
Here now they lie
Objects of justice, deserving of wrath
Speak Your reply
What shall be done for them? Draw out your path
Father, I say, such is My love and my pity for all
There is a way for no condemnation on men to befall
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
No man can pay
Utterly broke and poor to settle their debt
Though all′ve gone their way
I'll yield a way for their sins to forget
(Sins to forget)
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on Me
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on MeO My Son, You must understand
That if I show mercy
You must reckon to pay
The last bit of My rage
(Let it be so
Charge it on me
For I can bear the weight of sin
So all would be free)
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on Me
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on Me
Let it be so
Charge it on me
For I can bear the weight of sin
So all would be free