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