Empire – As Cities Burn – letras

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 grace;Then your love came to mestood 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 donebut from being the least. [x2]Glory, glorious.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, gloriousnot from what we’ve done,but being the least.I was a wicked one.