Broken Things

If grace is a kingdom

I've stopped at the gate

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

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 You so much more

But if it's true You use broken things

Then here I am Lord, I am 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

The misfit heroes You chose

Tell me there's hope for sinners like me

Grace is a kingdom

With gates open wide

There's seat at the table just waiting for you

So, come on inside