Song for the week

We are beggars at the foot of God's door

We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday / We are shrouded in our pride and lust’s despair / We have heard that You said to 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 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 / The 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 stubborn grace We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door

We have 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,

Oh we of little faith, Oh You of stubborn grace We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door / And You have welcomed us in

[Words/Music: Osenga, Lockett, Aberle, Taquino, Cooley, from The Normals - Coming to Life, 2000]