And 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
Aren’t I glory glorious
Glory glorious
Aren’t we glory glorious
Aren’t we worthy worthy of, hearts at our feet
‘Cause I was a Pharisee
I never saw my need for gr-ace
Your love, came to me
Stood next to mine and I saw 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
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Glory glori-ous
Glory glori-ous
Oh, I don’t know, how I was made
My heaven tower sways
Atop their fleeting praise God
I don’t 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
