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.