We were lost, we did not know where to go,

we were drifting like the wind-driven snow.

We were free, but yet we could not see,

until we found the key.

It is faith in His Word that opens up the door.

We are delivered, from the power of darkness.

We are translated, into the Light.

Because the Father, has made us a measure,

we are one, born of the Son.

At the cross, Christ died for the lost.

He was buried in a tomb, that was the cost.

But then He rose up from the dead,

and came up out of the grave,

then He ascended to take His rightful place.

We are victorious, a chosen generation,

A royal priesthood, with Christ as our King.

A mighty army, filled with His power.

We are one, born of the Son.

We are one, born of the Son.

We cannot be defeated, for we have already won,

when we put our faith in the work that's been done.

The mission has been accomplished

and the curse has been reversed,

now the fountains of life are free,

to all who thirst.

We are victorious. a chosen generation.

a royal priesthood, with Christ as our King.

A mighty army, filled with His power

We are one, born of the Son.

We are one, born of the Son.

© 1996 Dave Kurcz