If grace was a kingdom I had stopped at the gate Thinking I do not deserve to pass through After all of the mistakes that I have made Oh but I heard a whisper As heaven bent down Said child, do not you know that the first will be last And the last get a crown Now I am just a beggar in the presence of a King I wish I could bring so much more But if it is true You use broken things Then here I am Lord, I am all Yours Oh-oh-oh The pages of history They tell me it is true That it is never the perfect it is always the ones with the scars that You use it is the rebels and the prodigals it is the humble and the weak All the misfit heroes You chose Tell me there is hope for sinners like me Now I am just a beggar in the presence of a King I wish I could bring so much more But if it is true You use broken things Then here I am Lord, I am all Yours Oh-oh-oh Grace is a kingdom With gates open wide There is seat at the table just waiting for you So, come on inside