paroles de chanson Broken Things - Matthew West

If grace was a kingdom, I'd stopped at the gate
Thinkin' 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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

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