Empire

I was a middle son Between two wayward ones I was more deserving of my parent's love I had an angel's smile Hiding a vulture's bite I had no use for your redeeming blood Aren't i glory, glorious Glory, glorious Aren't we glory, glorious Aren't we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet I was a pharisee I never saw my need for grace Then your love came to me Stood next to mine and i saw that i was poor Show me i was poor Show us we are Show us we are Glory, glorious We are glory, glorious Not from what good we have done But from being the least Glory, glorious Oh, i dont know how i was made My heaven tower sways atop their fleeting praise God, i dont know how i was made Glory, glorious Are we glory, glorious? Are we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet? Glory, glorious We are glory, glorious Not from what we've done But being the least I was a wicked one