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

We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday 

We are shrouded in our pride and lust's despair 

We have heard that You said, "Go to where your hearts once were" 

Trusting we'd arrive to find You there 

We have known the empty senses of a funeral 

We are haunted by the promises of death 

We have asked to see Your face and noticed nothing 

But a well timed honest smile from a friend 

Oh, we of little faith 

Oh, You of stubborn grace 

We are the beggars, we are the beggars 

We are the beggars at the foot of God's door 

We have grown cold to the kisses of our lovers 

We have rolled the windows up and driven through 

The forests of the autumn, the innocence of snow 

Metaphor of Jesus in the dew 

We have known the heated passion of the cold night 

We have sold ourselves to everything we hate 

We're hypocrites and politicians running from a fight 

We've cheated on a very jealous mate 

Oh, we of little faith 

Oh, You of stubborn grace 

We are the beggars, we are the beggars 

We are the beggars at the foot of God's door 

We've known, we've known 

We've known the pain of loving in a dying world 

And our lies have made us angry at the truth 

But Cinderella's slipper fits us perfectly 

And somehow we're made royalty with You 

Royalty with You, royalty 

We are the beggars, we are the beggars 

We are the beggars at the foot of God's door 

We are, we are, we are, we are 

We are the beggars at the foot of God's door 

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