Beggars

All you great men of power, you who boast in your feats
Politicians and entrepreneurs
Can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep?
Keep your heart beating steady and sure?
As you lie in your bed, does the thought haunt your head
That you’re really, rather small?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars, all

All you champions of science and rulers of men?
Can you summon the sun from its sleep?
Does the earth seek your counsel on how fast to spin?
Can you shut up the gates of the deep?
Don’t you know that all things hang, as if by a string?
O’er the darkness, poised to fall?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars, all

All you big shots who swagger and stride with conceit
Did you devise how your frame would be formed?
If you’d be raised in a palace, or live out in the streets
Did you choose the hour or the place you’d be born?
Tell me what can you claim? Not a thing, not your name!
Tell me if you recall just one thing
Is that not a gift in this life?

Can you hear what’s been said? Can you see now that everything is grace after all?
If there’s one thing I know in this life
If there’s one thing I know in this life
If there’s one thing I know in this life
We are beggars, all

© Words and Music: Dustin Kensrue, Teppei Taranishi, Eddie Breckenridge, Riley Breckenridge

 

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Rob Pendley