A Little Lower than the Angels

A Little Lower than the Angels

I

We come into this world a bawlin’
Then a few months later we are crawlin’
Afterwards we take our feeble steps
And learn that fallin’ down is part of the package

Then years later we are sittin’ in a classroom
And we’re listen’ to the teacher talkin’
‘Bout the sailors and the stars
About Jupiter and Mars

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling

And we ask what’s it for, what’s it for?
When really we are crawlin’
Toward an end that’ll see us bawlin’
Cryin’ out to a savior that ain’t there

Time goes on, the world keeps spinnin’
And there’s more bawlin’, pain, and crawlin’
Humiliated people clothed in pride
And the pain just can’t be stopped

So you say So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling.




II

We are creatures born for trouble
Our bodies ache all day
Our work becomes our torture
Then at night our thoughts are troubled.

Everywhere there’s violence and no justice
We are tested, but for what?
We are like the animals that die
We’re no better off than they.

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling

Someday the sun, moon and stars
Will grow dim when time chases us down.
Our bodies will grow feeble, our teeth decay,
And our eyesight fail before our end comes.

Our ears will cease to hear the mourning dove
Sleep will be a stranger and longed for like the air.
We will be afraid to wander far from home
Or climb a hill or walk a road.

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall, oh so often, and there’s pain in the falling

We will feel lifeless, listless, and lethargic
We’ll drag along like an old grasshopper with a broken leg.
The silver cord that binds us to this life will snap
The golden dreams of youth will break

Then without our leave or permission
The breath of life will flee as if a dam is broken
The thin thread that holds us earth-bound
Will unravel and scatter in the mists of time

So you say we are made a little lower than the angels
Almost god-like in our stature
So you say you have crowned us with glory and with honor
But we fall oh so often and there’s pain in the falling