Church Of The Broken Ft Prophit

[Intro] (whisper) If you’re too messed up for church, you’re exactly who it’s for… [Verse 1 – rap-style] Yeah, We got a felon on the front row singin’ off key, tattoos on his hands, tear stains on his jeans. Got a single mom in the back with a pack of kids, tryna keep ’em quiet while she wonders if God forgives. We got an ex-addict runnin’ sound for the band, still shakes some nights, but he lifts those hands. Got a girl with scars hidden under her sleeves, askin’ if a holy God could ever really see. We got a preacher that admits he don’t have it all right, just a sinner with a mic tryna point to the Light. If you came here lookin’ for flawless saints, you're gonna be disappointed when you see our flaws. [Pre-Chorus] But in the off-key songs and the crooked lines, I see a million reasons why His grace still shines. [Chorus] Welcome to the church of the broken, where the doors stay wide, hearts still open. Where the lost, the last, the tired, the torn find a place at the table of a blood-stained Lord. We’re not clean, we’re not done, we’re not fine on our own, but we’re loved, we’re held, we’re never alone. If you think you’re too far, hear this invitation: this whole house is just a church of the broken. [Verse 2 – rap-style] We got doubters in the pew scrolling through their phone, prayin’ “God, if You’re real, don’t leave me alone.” We got kids in the back with a hood up tight, writin’ bars in a notebook about their fight. We got elders with regrets that they still don’t name, and a drummer that still battles with his private shame. But the same cross hangs over every row, sayin’ “I already know what you don’t want to show. I didn’t die for the filters or the Sunday mask, I died for the wounds that you’re scared to ask. Bring your anger, your questions, your empty cup, I’m the God of the fallen that I keep pickin’ up.” [Pre-Chorus 2] So if you’re sittin’ in the car thinkin’ “I can’t walk in,” that’s the sign on the door sayin’ “this is where you begin.” [Chorus] Welcome to the church of the broken, where the doors stay wide, hearts still open. Where the lost, the last, the tired, the torn find a place at the table of a blood-stained Lord. We’re not clean, we’re not done, we’re not fine on our own, but we’re loved, we’re held, we’re never alone. If you think you’re too far, hear this holy token: this whole house is just a church of the broken. [Bridge] This is for the ones who can’t forgive themselves, for the ones who walked away and called it “farewell.” For the ones who think they burned down every bridge and chance, He still stands in the ashes with His nail-scarred hands. You don’t have to fake it, you don’t have to hide, He knew every secret when He chose to die. So come as you are, yeah, come as you are, there’s room in these wounds and there’s space in His heart. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the church of the broken, where the doors stay wide, hearts still open. Where the lost, the last, the tired, the torn find a place at the table of a blood-stained Lord. We’re not clean, we’re not done, we’re not fine on our own, but we’re loved, we’re held, we’re never alone. If you think you’re too far, hear this holy token: He built this whole place for the hearts still broken. Yeah, every soul in this room, every scar, every tomb, He calls by name, and rolls the stone away.