Verse 1 God never reached for shining crowns Or spotless hearts that won’t break down He walks the streets where hope runs thin Where shame sleeps loud and faith feels dim He hears the prayers we barely say The ones that die halfway away He sits with souls too tired to stand With trembling faith and empty hands Pre-Chorus When strength is gone and pride is dust When all I have is “God, I trust” Chorus ’Cause God loves the broken, the lost, the weak The ones with scars too deep to speak He don’t need perfect, clean, or whole He builds His kingdom in the wounded soul When I’m shattered, bruised, and barely alive That’s when His power starts to rise Yeah, the world may leave me confused— But the most broken are the ones He’ll use Verse 2 He chose the ones who tried and failed Who swore they’d change but still got chained The ones who hate who they’ve become And wake up praying, “God, I’m done” He knows addiction’s heavy pull The fog, the shame, the hunger’s rule The nights you fight but always lose The mornings filled with guilt and booze Pre-Chorus 2 When every promise that I made Is buried deep beneath my shame Chorus ’Cause God loves the broken, the lost, the weak The ones with scars too deep to speak He don’t need perfect, clean, or whole He builds His kingdom in the wounded soul When I’m shattered, bruised, and barely alive That’s when His power starts to rise Yeah, the world may leave me confused— But the most broken are the ones He’ll use Bridge (slow, stripped back) Peter ran when fear spoke loud Paul spilled blood before grace found him out David fell, Job lost it all Still God answered every call Grace don’t flow through flawless seams It pours through wreckage, ruins, screams If all I bring is pieces loose That’s enough for God to use Break (spoken or sung) If you’re tired… If you’re done… If all you have is “Help me, God”… That’s enough Final Chorus (lift, fuller sound) Yeah, God loves the broken, the lost, the weak The ones who fall down to their knees He don’t need perfect, clean, or whole He builds His kingdom in the wounded soul When I’m shattered, bruised, and barely alive That’s when His power starts to rise I won’t curse these scars I choose— ’Cause the most broken are the ones He’ll use Outro So here I am, just as I am No more running, no more plans Take these pieces, old and bruised The most broken… are the ones You use

The broken