Church Of The Broken

If you're too messed up for a church, you're exactly who it's for. Yeah, we got a felon on the front row singing off key tattoos on his hands, tear stains on his jeans, got a single mom in the back with a pack of kids trying to keep him quiet while she wonders if God forgives. We got an ecstatic running sound for the band, still shakes When you see your pain in the off-key songs and the crooked lines I see a million reasons why his grace still shines Welcome to the church of the broken House is just a church of the broken We got doubters in the few scrolling through their phone praying God if you're real don't leave me alone We got kids in the back with a hood up tight writing bars in the notebook about their fight We got elders with regrets that they still don't name and the drummer that's the I died for the wounds that you scared to ask Bring your anger, your questions, your empty cup I'm the god of the falling that I keep picking up So if you're sitting in the car thinking I can't walk in That's the sign on the door saying this is where you begin Welcome to the church of the broken Where the doors stay wide, hearts still open Where the lost, the lost, the tired, the torn Find a place at the table of a bloodstained Lord When I clean, we're not done When I fight on the road, but we're left with hell We're never alone, if you think you're too far Here there's holy token This whole house is just a church of the broken 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 nails 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 the space in his heart 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 bloodstained Lord When I claim we're not done, when I fight on a road But we love where the hell we're never alone If you think you're too far, hear this holy token He built this whole place for the heart still broken