[Verse 1] There was a booth where judgment gathered, Coins were counted, hearts were cold. A man was known by what he gathered, But not by what his soul could hold. Behind the walls of shame and sorrow, Behind the name the world condemned, Jesus came into his darkness And called him to begin again. [Pre-Chorus] No perfect heart, no spotless past, No righteousness that he could claim. Just one word breaking through the darkness: “Follow Me.” And Levi came. [Chorus] Grace meets me where I am, Grace calls me by my name. Not because I'm righteous, But because You came. You seek the wounded sinner, You lift the fallen soul. You don't just make me better— Your mercy makes me whole. Grace meets me where I am, And writes my story new. [Verse 2] “I did not come for those who need To prove themselves before My throne. I came for those whose hearts are broken, For those who know they can't alone.” Not ritual and empty boasting, Not the polished righteous face, But hungry hearts and wounded spirits Finding healing in Your grace. [Pre-Chorus] You see beyond the name they gave, Beyond the failures of the past. You speak a better word of mercy: “Follow Me.” And grace will last. [Chorus] Grace meets me where I am, Grace calls me by my name. Not because I'm righteous, But because You came. You seek the wounded sinner, You lift the fallen soul. You don't just make me better— Your mercy makes me whole. Grace meets me where I am, And writes my story new. [Verse 3] Matthew carried two names within him— One the world could not forget: Tax collector, sinner, traitor, Buried underneath regret. But Jesus gave another story, One that mercy came to write: A forgiven, called disciple, Walking from the booth to light. [Bridge] I am not my worst mistake. I am not the shame I bear. I am not the name they gave me. I am someone Jesus calls. I was lost, but You have found me. I was bound, but You set free. You have written grace upon me: I belong to Thee. [Final Chorus] Grace meets me where I am, Grace calls me by my name. Not because I'm righteous, But because You came. You seek the wounded sinner, You lift the fallen soul. You don't just make me better— Your mercy makes me whole. Grace meets me where I am, And writes my story new. [Final Refrain] At the tax booth's edge, Where judgment used to stand, Grace reached out and called my name With wounded, loving hands. At the tax booth's edge, My old life passed away. The One who called me, “Follow Me,” Still calls me by His grace. [Outro] Your grace has called my name. Your grace has called my name. I was a sinner lost in shame— But Jesus called my name. Your grace has called my name. Your grace has called my name. You took my broken story And wrote it new again.
