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Song of the Day: Andrew Osenga

Some may recall that Andrew Osenga used to be a member of a band called The Normals. He’s not normal anymore because he only has nine toes. Tragic.

We’ve got a few of The Normals Coming to Life CDs in the store. Here’s one of my favorite songs off the album. It’s called “We Are The Beggars At The Foot Of God’s Door.” Long title. Long song. Not normal, yet undeniably awesome.

We Are The 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 were made royalty with you

We are the beggars at the foot of Gods door And you welcomed us in

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