If Grace Was A Kingdom
I Stopped At The Gate
Thinking I Don’t Deserve To Pass
Through After All The Mistakes 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 Am All Yours

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
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

Grace Is A Kingdom
With Gates Open Wide
There’s A Seat At The Table Just Waiting For You
So, Come On Inside