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
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