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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.
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.