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Normals - We Are The Beggars At The Foot Of God's Door

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We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday<br />

We are shrouded in our pride and lust’s despair<br />

We have heard that You said to go to where your hearts once were <br />

Trusting we’d arrive to find You there<br />

We have known the empty senses of a funeral<br />

We are haunted by the promises of death<br />

We have asked to see Your face and noticed nothing<br />

But a well-timed honest smile from a friend, <br />

Oh we of little faith,<br />

Oh You of stubborn grace<br />

We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door<br />

We have grown cold to the kisses of our lovers <br />

We have rolled the windows up and driven through<br />

The forests of the autumn, <br />

The innocence of snow<br />

The metaphor of Jesus in the dew<br />

We have known the heated passion of the cold night<br />

We have sold ourselves to everything we hate<br />

We’re hypocrites and politicians running from a fight<br />

We’ve cheated on a very jealous mate,<br />

Oh we of little faith,<br />

Oh You stubborn grace<br />

We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door<br />

We have known the pain of loving in a dying world <br />

And our lies have made us angry at the truth<br />

But Cinderella’s slipper fits us perfectly <br />

And somehow we’re made royalty with You,<br />

Oh we of little faith,<br />

Oh You of stubborn grace<br />

We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door<br />

And You have welcomed us in

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