Gold refined through fire's heat We make change when we can see Our righteousness is a dirt stained rag The persecutor swept off his feet Blinded but yet he sees Clearly for the first time Clearly for the first time We are broken Yet we are chosen We have fallen Yet we are forgiven Yet we are forgiven Not one, is made perfect But through the blood of Jesus Hand picked out of the misfits Given a new direction Purified, with new direction We are broken Yet we are chosen We have fallen Yet we are forgiven Dead and empty were we But He gave us new direct A new direction Dead and empty were we But He gave us new direct A new direction We are broken Yet we are chosen We have fallen Yet we are We are broken Yet we are Chosen We have fallen Yet we are forgiven Yet we are forgiven