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We Are The Beggars At The Foot Of God's Door (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 [Incomprehensible]