The Normals - We Are the Beggars at the Foot of God's DoorLyrics

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 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 Gods 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 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 world And 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