Broken Things

If grace was a kingdom
I stopped at the gate
Thinking I dont deserve to pass through
After all the mistakes that Ive made
Oh but I heard a whisper
As heaven bent down
Said child dont you know that
The first will be last and the last get a crown
Now Im just a beggar in the presence of a king
I wish I could bring so much more
But if its true you use broken things
Then here I am lord Im all yours
The pages of history they tell me its true
That its never the perfect
Its always the ones with the scars that you use
Its the rebels and the prodigals
Its the humble and the weak
All the misfit heroes you chose
Tell me theres hope for sinners like me
Now Im just a beggar in the presence of a king
I wish I could bring so much more
But if its true you use broken things
Then here I am lord Im all yours
Im all yours
Grace is a kingdom
With gates open wide
Theres a seat at the table just waiting for you
So come on inside