Oh what a privilege to be related and called a son Of the Righteous one, the Holy One, the Father and the King He's the Prince of Peace (Prince of Peace), ranks and royalty Many treasures now belong to us we're the children of a King You may not feel like it nor may not look like it But I am, I am, right now, right now His son So moving power and talk of victory Our Father is the Lord of all and now are we His sons What manner of love is this, that He would chose a wretch like me He chose me to be to be His son He picked me up and made me new A vessel made for Him to use He chose me, chose me to be His son Oh
What manner of love is this? What manner of love is this? He chose me, chose me He chose me, chose me Now, right now, now Now are we His sons Now are we His sons, now are we It does not yet appear what we're gonna be But we know we're gonna be like Him Now, right now, now Now are we His sons Now are we His sons, now are we It does not yet appear what we're gonna be But we know we're gonna be like Him Now... Right now Oh, oh ooh Oh, right now Oh, oh ooh Oh, right now Now are we His sons Now are we His sons Now are we It does not yet appear what we're gonna be But we know we're gonna be like Him