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