The fools of Christ scatter 'round the globe Disreputable, weak and homeless They hunger and thirst, they're clothed in rags They're like men sentenced to death Beaten, imprisoned, in constant danger Rejected and reviled by their families When cursed and persecuted, they bless Struck down but not destroyed Afflicted for your comfort For your sake we share the sufferings of Christ We always carry the death of Jesus in our flesh So that his life may be seen through us Who are always being given over to death For Jesus' sake, so His life May be manifest In this frail mortal flesh Death at work in us Is life in you Life