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Beggar by The Gate, The
  by: Calvin Hart

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Peter and John went up to the temple,
At the ninth hour of the day to pray,
As they passed through the gates called "Beautiful",
They saw a beggar who lay by the way,

Lame from birth, he lay at the temple,
And begged alms from those passing by,
When he saw John and Peter approaching the gate,
He attempted to catch their eye,

He asked them for alms, a small bit of money,
With which to buy with to live,
Peter told him, "Silver and Gold, have I none,
But such that I have, I will give."

He took the beggar by the hand,
As he continued to talk,
He said, "In the name of Jesus Christ,
I say, rise up and walk."

Immediately his crippled legs had strength,
They were no longer painful and sore,
And for the first time in his life, he stood on his feet,
For the cripple was cripple no more.

He entered the temple with Peter and John,
Leaping and praising God's name,
And all of the people who saw him,
Knew that this man had been lame.

They knew it was he who sat by the gate,
He who asked for alms of them,
And they were filled with wonder and amazement,
At that which had happened to him.

Then Peter spoke unto the crowd,
He said, "Why do you marvel so?
Why look upon us so earnestly?
It is not by our power this man has been made whole."

"God the Father has glorified His Son,
The man Jesus, whom you all denied,
The man you presented to Pilate,
And demanded He be crucified."

"The man that the Father has raised from the dead,
Of which we are witness to,
By faith in the name of this man Jesus,
This lame man stands healed before you."

Peter and John continued to preach,
Salvation in Jesus name,
Thousands where saved by the blood of the Lamb,
Who for the sins of man was slain.

Are you like the beggar who sits by the gate?
Waiting for your healing to come?
Let your heart be filled, let your soul be healed,
By the precious blood of God's Son.



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