Broken Things - Matthew West

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

Oh, 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

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