Broken Things piano leadsheet with chords

(Oh.

Oh.)

If grace was a kingdom, I stopped at the gate,

thinking I don't deserve to pass through after all the mistakes that I 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?"

And 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.

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

The pages of hist'ry,

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.

And now, I'm all yours.

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

I'm all yours.

Oh, whoa.

Oh.

I'm all Grace is a kingdom

with gates open wide,

and there's a seat at the table just waiting for you,

so come on inside.