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 Grace is a kingdom With gates open wide There's a seat at the table just waiting for you So, come on inside