The Father’s Bargain (Acoustic) Wolves At The Gate (Ft. 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 Me
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on Me
Bring in all their sins
Lay it all on Me