We Are the Beggars at the Foot of God's Door Lyrics

We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday
We are shrouded in our pride and lusts despair
We have heard that You said to go to where your hearts once were
Trusting wed arrive to find You thereWe 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 Gods door
We have grown cold to the kisses of our loversWe have rolled the windows up and driven through
The forests of the autumn,
The innocence of snow
The metaphor of Jesus in the dewWe have known the heated passion of the cold night
We have sold ourselves to everything we hate
Were 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 Gods door

We have known the pain of loving in a dying worldAnd our lies have made us angry at the truth
But Cinderellas slipper fits us perfectly
And somehow were made royalty with You,Oh we of little faith,
Oh You of stubborn grace
We are the beggars at the foot of Gods door
And You have welcomed us in
Songwriters
OSENGA, ANDREW DAVID / LOCKETT, MARK ANDREW / ABERLE, BENJAMIN JAMES / COOLEY, CASON JAY / TAQUINO, MIKEPublished by
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