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