Prayer

(Broken Things – a Song by Matthew West)

If grace was a kingdom, I’d stopped at the gate, thinkin’ I don’t deserve to pass through, after all of the mistakes that I’ve made. Oh, but I heard a whisper as heaven bent down, saying “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 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. 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 am all Yours. Amen.