"If you think you are broken — you are in good company.
If you think you are hopeless — you are in good company."
Two Israelite spies are sent into Jericho before the conquest. They find shelter in the house of Rahab — a prostitute. She hides them from the king's soldiers, then lowers them by a rope through her window. In exchange she asks for her family to be spared. The spies tell her to hang a scarlet cord in the window as the sign. The city falls. Her household is saved. The cord holds.
Hebrews 11 is the roll call of faith — Abraham, Moses, Noah, David. And then: "By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient." She is in the same sentence as the patriarchs. Her occupation is not hidden. Neither is her faith.
Matthew opens his Gospel with the lineage of Jesus. Rahab is in it — listed by name, as the mother of Boaz, great-great-grandmother of David. A Canaanite prostitute is in the direct bloodline of the Messiah. Matthew could have omitted her. He didn't. That's the whole point of the song.
Isaiah 64:8: "We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." The song's "What makest thou?" is the clay's honest question — which Paul addresses in Romans 9: does the clay have the right to question the potter? Not as a scolding, but as a reminder. The potter knows what He's making even when the vessel can't see clearly.
I felt like broken clay when your hands picked me up.
I hate to be the one who's always asking
"What makest Thou?" but I wonder
La, la, la
These fragments of a heart You're molding
Into something I can't quite remember
Was I whole before this shattering?
What the Enemy Broke — You made Better.
Finding hope in this place
Lord, you saw me hiding in my shame
You answered when I couldn't figure out
How broken people bear Your name
Oh, oh, oh
We are rehabbed Rahabs
Then moments later You appear so clearly
Acts of faith reveal what You've been building
In hearts that thought they'd never heal completely
La, la, la
The potter knows the clay He's shaping
Even when the vessel can't see clearly
What makest Thou of this vessel, the world is trying to break,
You whisper, "Child, just trust Me dearly, Help is on the way."
Finding hope in this place
Lord, you saw me hiding in my shame
You answered when I couldn't figure out
How broken people bear Your name
Oh, oh, oh
We are rehabbed Rahabs
Walls came tumbling down like Samson, I wasn't ready
You held my hand, all the same.
Saving grace for sinners, breaking every chain
Look at how He uses what the world calls worthless
Rahab saved a nation, made her life with purpose
Prostitute to Bible-Featured — that's the way He works
Taking broken people, showing what they're worth
We are rehabbed Rahabs, testimony spreading strong
Proof that God can use even us,
Acts of faith revealing hearts that have been changed
From the pit to our Father's Palace, we are rearranged
Oh, oh, oh
You are in good company
If you think you are hopeless
La, la, la
You are in good company
We are rehabbed Rahabs
Lord, you saw me hiding in my shame
You answered when I couldn't figure out
How broken people bear Your name
Oh, oh, oh
We are rehabbed Rahabs
For seeing what we couldn't see
Thank You, Lord
For making rehabbed Rahabs like me
La, la, la
We are rehabbed Rahabs
La, la, la
We are rehabbed Rahabs