Broken things

If grace is a kingdom
I've stopped at the gate
Thinking I don't deserve to pass through after all of the mistakes I've made
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 You so much more
But if it's true You use broken things
Then here I am Lord, I am 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
The misfit heroes You chose
Tell me there's hope for sinners like me

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