I saw the baby lying on the street
Her tiny body aching and torn
Her curdling cries sent shivers through my mind
The old lady stretched out her wrinkled hand one more time
She new I couldn’t stand the sight
Baksheesh
She cried
Baksheesh
I saw the baby lying on the street
Her tiny body aching and torn
Her curdling cries sent shivers through my mind
The old lady stretched out her wrinkled hand one more time
She new I couldn’t stand the sight
Baksheesh
She cried
Baksheesh
Out of the clutches
Of sins contagious grip
With your strong loving hand
You take hold of me
Breaking off the chains by calling on your name
Removing every stain by the power of your blood
Declaring
You are free
You belong to me
Out of the lies
That run so deep
Deeper still your word
Washes over me
Your love and your grace
Draws me to the place
Of knowing you my Lord and Saviour
Jesus
I declare
I am free
I belong to You