Broken Things

(C)(Oh.

(Am7)Oh.)

(Fsus2)If grace was a kingdom, I stopped at the gate,

(Fsus2)thinking I don't deserve to pass (C)through after all the mistakes that I (C5)made.

Oh, but I heard a (C5)whisper

(C5)as Heaven bent down.

(C5)Said, "Child, don't you know that the first will be last,

and the last get a crown?"

And now, (C)I'm just a beggar in the (Dm7)presence (C)of a King.

I (Am7)wish I could bring (Csus2)so much (Fsus2)more.

But if it's (C)true

(Dm7)You use (C)broken things,

then (Am7)here I am,

Lord. (F5)I'm all (C)yours.

Oh, (Dm7)whoa.

(Am7)Oh.

(Fsus2)The pages of hist'ry,

(Fsus2)they (F)tell me it's (C)true,

(C)that it's never the perfect;

it's (G)always the ones with the scars that You use.

Oh, it's the rebels and the (C5)prodigals,

(F)it's the humble and the (C)weak.

(C)All the misfit (Am7)heroes You (G)chose tell me (F)there's hope for (G)sinners like me.

And now, (F5)I'm all (C)yours.

Oh, (Dm7)whoa.

(Am7)Oh.

(Fsus2)I'm all (C)yours.

Oh, (Dm7)whoa.

(Am7)Oh.

(Fsus2)I'm all Grace is a kingdom

(Fsus2)with (Csus)gates open (C)wide,

(C)and there's a seat at the table just waiting for (F)you,

so (G)come on (C)inside.