And I was a middle son,
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between two wayward ones.
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I was more deserving of my parents love.
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I had an angels smile,
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hiding a vultures bite.
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I had no use for Your redeeming blood.
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Aren't I glory, glorious?
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Glory, glorious.
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Aren't we glory, glorious?
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Aren't we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?
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Cause I was a pharisee,
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I never saw my need for Grace;
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Then Your love came to me
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stood next to mine, and I saw that I was poor.
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Show me I was poor.
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Show us we are,
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show us we are.
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Glory, glorious.
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We are glory, glorious.
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Not from what good we have done
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but from being the least. [x2]
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Glory, glorious.
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Oh, I don't know how I was made.
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My Heaven tower sways atop their fleeting praise.
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God, I don't know how I was made.
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Glory, glorious.
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Are we glory, glorious?
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Are we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?
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Glory, glorious.
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We are glory, glorious
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not from what we've done,
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but being the least.
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I was a wicked one.
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Empire
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| As Cities Burn |
