Broken People Like Me

Sunday morning underneath the steeple Can look like a bunch of perfect people But underneath the suits and the smiling eyes Are folks who walk through some hard times Just looking for a home A place to belong A little peace A little hope, and Thankfully, old doors still swing open to the Nobodies and the could-have-beens The disillusioned and the doubters Every life train wrecked by sin Every down and outer For the lonely and the one who's weak The foolhardy with a stubborn streak For the soul who doesn't even know what they need For the mixed up, messed up, broken people like me It's a place where everybody's welcome A glimpse of glory this side of heaven It's where the weary come for a taste of grace And Jesus never turns anyone away Where everyone's a friend Knowing where you've been And there's no shame 'Cause there's no judging Just family always busy loving the Nobodies and the could-have-beens The disillusioned and the doubters Every life train wrecked by sin Every down and outer Oh, for the lonely and the one who's weak The foolhardy with a stubborn streak For the soul who doesn't even know what they need For the mixed up, messed up, broken people like me All the ones he came to redeem Whosoever, John 3:16 Nobodies and the could-have-beens The disillusioned and the doubters Every life train wrecked by sin Every down and outer For the lonely and the one who's weak The foolhardy with a stubborn streak For the soul who doesn't even know it's him they need For the mixed up, messed up, broken people All the desperate, hurting, searching people like me