Intro (feat. Mordecai & Isaac Makashinyi)
Doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, where you're from
It doesn't matter where your hands have been
All that He requires is a broken and contrite heart
We live in a broken world, among a broken people
And we ourselves are part of that broken community
Sin has broken us and driven us further and further away from God
Like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden
We run away and hide from the One who created us and can make us whole again
So give up the exhausting effort of pretending you are better than you are
I pray that you will ask God to graciously and lovingly break you
And embrace the paradox of the Christian life
That you rise higher by stooping low
That you live by dying to self
That your fullness will come through emptiness
Your strength through weakness
Your joy through mourning
And your wholeness through a broken and contrite heart
This is the sweetest medicine that God gives us
This is what is called grace
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, where you're from
It doesn't matter where your hands have been
All that He requires is a broken and contrite heart
Is a broken and contrite heart
Is a broken and contrite heart
It doesn't matter where your hands have been
All that He requires is a broken and contrite heart
We live in a broken world, among a broken people
And we ourselves are part of that broken community
Sin has broken us and driven us further and further away from God
Like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden
We run away and hide from the One who created us and can make us whole again
So give up the exhausting effort of pretending you are better than you are
I pray that you will ask God to graciously and lovingly break you
And embrace the paradox of the Christian life
That you rise higher by stooping low
That you live by dying to self
That your fullness will come through emptiness
Your strength through weakness
Your joy through mourning
And your wholeness through a broken and contrite heart
This is the sweetest medicine that God gives us
This is what is called grace
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, where you're from
It doesn't matter where your hands have been
All that He requires is a broken and contrite heart
Is a broken and contrite heart
Is a broken and contrite heart
Credits
Writer(s): Kabamba Musonda
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