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