Broken Things

If grace was a kingdom, I'd stopped at the gate

Thinkin' 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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

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

Oh, 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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

Grace is a kingdom with gates open wide

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

So, come on inside