If grace was a kingdom I stopped at the gate Thinking I dont deserve to pass through after all the mistakes that Ive made Oh but I heard a whisper As Heaven bent down Said, Child, dont you know that the first will be last and the last get a crown Now Im just a beggar in the presence of a King I wish I could bring so much more But if its true You use broken things Then here I am Lord, I'm all Yours The pages of history they tell me its true That its never the perfect; its always the ones with the scars that You use Its the rebels and the prodigals; its the humble and the weak All the misfit heroes You chose Tell me theres hope for sinners like me Now Im just a beggar in the presence of a King I wish I could bring so much more But if its true You use broken things Then here I am Lord, I'm all Yours Grace is a kingdom With gates open wide Theres a seat at the table just waiting for you So, come on inside