ARCH3RY - My Offering Lyrics

What can I bring You, Lord
That's not broken and falling apart?
What can I give You, Jesus
That's not a wounded heart?
'Cause all I can give You
Is my broken, contrite heart
All I can give You, Lord
Are the scars of all my heart
All I can give You
Is a broken, restless mind
But, I know, that's what You do not despise
I know I can give it, Lord
'Cause You do not despise my offering
So, take it all (so, take it all)
I've got nothing else to bring
Except a bunch of broken pieces
So, take them all
And make them something beautiful
Jesus, this is what You do
You pick up all the broken pieces
And make them something new
So, God, I'm calling out to You
I'm calling out to You
'Cause all I can give You
Is my broken, contrite heart
All I can give You
Are the scars of all my heart
All I can give You
Is a broken, restless mind
But, I know, that's what You do not despise
Yeah, I know, I can give it, Lord
'Cause You do not despise my offering