"Broken Things"

If grace was a kingdom

I stopped at the gate

Thinking I don't deserve to pass through after all the mistakes that I've made

Oh but I heard a whisper

As Heaven bent down

Said, "Child, don't you know that the first will be last and the last get a crown"

Now I'm just a beggar in the presence of a King

I wish I could bring so much more

But if it's true You use broken things

Then here I am Lord, I'm all Yours

The pages of history they tell me it's true

That it's never the perfect; it's always the ones with the scars that You use

It's the rebels and the prodigals; it's the humble and the weak

All the misfit heroes You chose

Tell me there's hope for sinners like me

Now I'm just a beggar in the presence of a King

I wish I could bring so much more

But if it's true You use broken things

Then here I am Lord, I'm all Yours

Grace is a kingdom

With gates open wide

There's a seat at the table just waiting for you

So, come on inside