Broken Things

If grace was a kingdom

I stopped at the gate

Thinking I don't deserve to pass through

After all of 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's 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

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