Bloodline Holy

I was blessed coming up, my father is the greatest father I know, my mother the same. I grew up covered. But covered don't mean chain-free. I still had things with my name on them that had to break, and I broke them at the Cross. And I watched people I love fight battles I never had to, bottles breaking before hearts could mend, pride taking men from their friends, pain getting passed down the bloodline like inheritance. All I could do was pray they'd be covered, that the cycle would stop before it reached their kids.

That's where this song came from. Some of these bars I lived. Some I carried to the Cross for people I love. All of it's real.

My grandma prayed over me, so did my parents, and I still hear those prayers, they're still steering me. That's the other inheritance. Keep the prayers. Break the chains. That's what I want my kids handed- the prayers, not the pain.

So if nobody in your bloodline ever broke theirs, you can be the first. For every son who never had a father, you got one now. For every daughter crying at night, heaven heard that sound. The chain breaks with whoever kneels first.

Generation free. That's the prophecy. In Christ.