And I was a middle sonBetween two wayward onesI was more deserving of my parent's loveI had an angel's smileHiding a vultures biteI had no use for Your redeeming bloodAren't I glory, glorious?Glory, gloriousAren't we glory, glorious?Aren't we worthy, worthy ofHearts at our feet?Cause I was a PhariseeI never saw my need for graceThen your love, it came to meStood next to mineAnd I saw that I was poorIt showed me I was poorShow us, we areShow us, we areGlory, gloriousWe are glory, gloriousNot from what good we have doneBut from being the leastGlory, gloriousWe are glory, gloriousNot from what good we have doneBut from being the leastGlory, gloriousGlory, gloriousOh, I don't knowHow I was madeMy heaven tower swaysAtop their fleeting praiseGod, I don't knowHow I was madeGlory, gloriousAre we glory, glorious?Are we worthy, worthy ofHearts at our feet?Glory, gloriousWe are glory, gloriousNot from what we've doneBut being the leastI was a wicked one