Sunday

Cursing every step of the way, he bore a heavy load 
To the market ten miles away, the journey took its toll 

And every day he passed a Monastery's high cathedral walls 

And it made his life seem Meaningless and small 

And he wondered how it would be to live in such a place 

To be warm, well fed and at peace; to shut the world away 

So when he saw a priest who walked, for once, beyond the iron gate 

He said, "Tell me of your life Inside the place"... 

And the priest replied... 

"We fall down, we get up 

We fall down, we get up 

We fall down, we get up 

And the saints are just the Sinners 

Who fall down and get up" 

Disappointment followed him home; he'd hoped for so much more 

But he saw himself in a light he had never seen before 

Cause if the priest who fell could find the Grace of God to be enough 

Then there must be some hope for the rest of us 

There must be some hope left for us

We fall down, we get up 

We fall down, we get up 

We fall down, we get up 

And the saints are just the Sinners 

Who fall down and get up

(Lyrics courtesy of: Bob Carlisle

Photos courtesy of: weheartit)