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

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