When I was young You fed me, before I claimed Your name
The words you softly told me, are still in my heart today
To think that I’m your favorite, to think that I’m your son
My faith in You grows stronger, breeds deeper everyday
To think that You’re my father, Your blood runs through my veins
To hear You say “This ones mine”, to hear You say “He’s my son”
I hear Your voice speak to me, even when I don’t call
I feel Your strength run through me, even when I’ve done wrong
Pieces of you inside of me, to think that I’m your favorite
Game of love I’ll play this game of love
I won’t lose