The Gate Called Beautiful (Acts 3)

From the days of my birth, in weakness I laid
As dignity and hope relentlessly fade
Do you know what it’s like to beg for your bread
While they spit on the ground where you’ve been longing to tread?

At the gate called Beautiful, healing is found
The low made high and poverty crowned
The vessel of self has now run aground
At the gate called Beautiful healing abounds

Then a glance and a name captured my soul
As strength runs through a body made whole
The newness of life claimed everyone’s heart
Peace came down, and wholeness impart

At the gate called Beautiful, healing is found
The low made high and poverty crowned
The vessel of self has now run aground
At the gate called Beautiful healing abounds
At the gate called Beautiful, Christ’s healing abounds