Broken Things (Acoustic)

It 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 that You use broken things

Then here I am, Lord, I'm all Yours

Whoa

Oh whoa

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

Or, 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 that You use broken things

Then here I am, Lord, I'm all Yours

Whoa

Oh whoa

Lord, I'm all Yours (Whoa, oh)

Oh whoa

Grace is a kingdom

With gates open wide

There's a seat at the table just waiting for you

So, come on inside