Lord, we're a house
Of broken people
From every street corner
To every church steeple
Our attempts at perfection
They are always feeble
But the goodness of Grace
You've made us all equal
Lord, we're a house
Of broken people
Taking pleasure in things
That are truly evil
How can you love
This house of broken people?
But you do, Oh Lord
You love us, Lord, so simple
Lord, we're a house
Of broken people
But you fix our brokenness
And you love us as equals
This house of broken people
Will inherit your Kingdom
And you are the reason
This broken soul is singing
The blog of Christian poet, Dwayne Eric McLeod
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