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