And I never learned to sing Or ever dance in time And I wouldn't have a reason If you gave me every dime Every morning, every day They just look the same I've been sittin' here for forty years The gate, it is called Beautiful Have pity on the lame Makes a man to wonder why he lives Lives... Just another day They all stop to pray Everyone just seems to pass me by The gate, it is called Beautiful Have pity on the lame You would think they'd hear and old man cry Then I saw them coming closer Can you fill my empty cup Two men looking, gazing at me One just said, "Now look on me" But I never learned to sing Or ever dance in time And I wouldn't have a reason If you gave me every dime "We ain't got a dime" As that big man said But what we have we'll surely give you We're gonna give you The Man who is called Beautiful Is risen from the grave So in the Name of Jesus rise and live Live. Somethin's comin' over me He took me by the hand, Huh! What in the world's he tryin' to prove He lifted me up And I began to stand, yeah All at once my feet began to move Move... And I'm learnin' how to sing And even dance in time And Jesus is the reason And you can keep your dime