Broken People Like Me Songtext
von The Old Paths

Sunday morning underneath the steeple
Can look like a bunch of perfect people
But underneath the suits and the smiling eyes
Are folks who walk through some hard times

Just looking for a home
A place to belong
A little peace
A little hope, and
Thankfully, old doors still swing open to the

Nobodies and the could-have-beens
The disillusioned and the doubters
Every life train wrecked by sin
Every down and outer

For the lonely and the one who′s weak
The foolhardy with a stubborn streak
For the soul who doesn't even know what they need
For the mixed up, messed up, broken people like me


It′s a place where everybody's welcome
A glimpse of glory this side of heaven
It's where the weary come for a taste of grace
And Jesus never turns anyone away

Where everyone′s a friend
Knowing where you′ve been
And there's no shame
′Cause there's no judging
Just family always busy loving the

Nobodies and the could-have-beens
The disillusioned and the doubters
Every life train wrecked by sin
Every down and outer

Oh, for the lonely and the one who′s weak
The foolhardy with a stubborn streak
For the soul who doesn't even know what they need
For the mixed up, messed up, broken people like me

All the ones he came to redeem
Whosoever, John 3:16

Nobodies and the could-have-beens
The disillusioned and the doubters
Every life train wrecked by sin
Every down and outer


For the lonely and the one who′s weak
The foolhardy with a stubborn streak
For the soul who doesn't even know it's him they need
For the mixed up, messed up, broken people
All the desperate, hurting, searching people like me