BROKEN CROWN Verse 1 He walked out on the rooftop Where a king should never stray, Saw beauty in the distance, And turned his eyes away— But one look fed a fire, And that fire fed a lie, Till a man who’d faced down giants Had nowhere left to hide. He tried to bury bloodshed Behind a royal name, But Heaven saw the secret And called the king to shame. Pre-Chorus The throne became a prison, The gold could not conceal A man who’d conquered kingdoms But lost the man he’d been. Chorus There he knelt with a broken crown, Ashes in his hands, “God, have mercy on me, I’m not the righteous man That everybody sees in me— You know what lies beneath.” And the tears of a fallen king Found mercy at God’s feet. “Create in me a clean heart, Make this spirit whole. Wash away what’s left of me— Lord, restore my soul.” Verse 2 Maybe you’ve never been a king, Never worn a crown, But you know how one hidden sin Can slowly wear you down. Maybe yours was anger, Maybe pride or lust, Maybe something buried deep You thought was turned to dust. You can smile for every picture, You can fool the watching crowd, But a soul was never meant to bear What grace can lay back down. Pre-Chorus We dress ourselves in righteousness While breaking deep within, But mercy meets the honest heart That quits defending sin. Chorus So lay down your broken crown, Come with empty hands, “God, have mercy on me, I’m not the righteous man That everybody sees in me— You know what lies beneath.” And the tears of a broken heart Still matter at His feet. “Create in me a clean heart, Make this spirit whole. Wash away what’s left of me— Lord, restore my soul.” Bridge Oh, the miracle of mercy— He still hears repentant cries. The hands that hung the stars above Still lift the fallen life. David wasn’t without failure, He had nowhere left to run; But when the truth stood there before him, He confessed what he had done. No excuses, no more hiding, No more trusting in the crown— Just a sinner needing mercy Finally laying it all down. Final Chorus So lay down your broken crown, There’s nothing left to hide— Every scar and every secret, Every darkened side. The God who heard the cry of David Still hears you when you call, And grace can build a heart again From the pieces of the fall. “Create in me a clean heart, Make this spirit whole. Wash me, Lord, and hold me close— Don’t ever let me go.” Outro The strongest prayer a broken man May ever whisper out: “Create in me a clean heart, God… And don’t let me turn back.”
