I was a middle son
between two wayward ones
i was more deserving of my parents love
i had an angels smile
hiding a vultures bite
i had no use for your redeeming blood
arent i glory, glorious
glory, glorious
arent we glory, glorious
arent 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 weve done
but being the least
i was a wicked one
.as cities burn
