Searching through the ashes of the person that I was
When devastation came, I found, my strength was not enough
A light stood shining on a hill, through tears my eyes could see
Upon the path I saw that there were others just like me
Broken vessels, just like me
Oh but God builds churches
With broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new
They have come from everywhere, from every walk of life
Each one beneath the traveler's load of pain or guilt or strife
They have come to see His face and in His light they bow
With shattered dreams and broken hearts, yet with His hands, somehow
With loving hands somehow
God builds churches with broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new
God builds churches with broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new
And the broken become brand new