[male
vocals] (
Heavy
bassline
pulses,
crisp
guitar
upstroke
fades
in)
Oh
yeah…
Sixty
years
and
I’
m
still
standing!
Still
dreaming,
still
believing,
still
praising!
What
I
buried
can
rise
again…
Because
my
God
is
not
finished
with
me!
Give
Him
praise!
I’
m
sixty
now,
but
I’
m
just
beginning,
The
dreams
in
my
heart
are
still
worth
living.
What
I
buried
can
rise
again,
By
the
grace
of
God,
I’
ll
rise
again.
I
may
have
walked
through
valleys
before,
But
my
faith
in
God
is
stronger
than
evermore.
The
past
cannot
write
the
end
of
my
story,
I’
m
stepping
forward
into
all
of
His
glory.
It’
s
never
too
late,
the
morning
sun
is
rising,
It’
s
never
too
late,
see
the
blessing
surprising.
Keep
your
head
up
high,
let
the
spirit
move,
There
is
nothing
in
this
life
that
you
cannot
prove.
Yes,
it’
s
never
too
late
to
start
once
more,
Knocking
on
heaven’
s
wide
and
open
door.
Look
at
the
fields,
how
the
harvest
is
growing,
I
feel
the
rhythm,
I
feel
the
wind
blowing.
No
time
for
sorrow,
no
time
for
the
regret,
There
is
a
promise
that
I
haven’
t
seen
yet.
Every
wrinkle
on
my
face
tells
a
tale,
Of
a
man
who
is
strong
and
will
never
fail.
Hand
in
hand
with
the
King
of
the
Zion
light,
I’
m
walking
steady,
walking
into
the
right.
It’
s
never
too
late,
the
morning
sun
is
rising,
It’
s
never
too
late,
see
the
blessing
surprising.
Keep
your
head
up
high,
let
the
spirit
move,
There
is
nothing
in
this
life
that
you
cannot
prove.
Yes,
it’
s
never
too
late
to
start
once
more,
Knocking
on
heaven’
s
wide
and
open
door. (
Drums
build,
horns
swell
into
a
triumphant
melody)
Though
the
seasons
change
and
the
shadows
fall,
I
hear
the
Creator’
s
gentle,
guiding
call.
Rise
up!
Rise
up!
He’
s
breathing
new
life
into
the
dry
bones
today,
He’
s
making
a
path,
He’
s
making
a
way.
So
let
the
young
ones
learn
from
the
wisdom
I
hold,
That
the
story
of
grace
never
gets
too
old.
It’
s
a
fire
that
burns,
it’
s
a
song
in
the
soul,
Keeping
me
steady,
keeping
me
whole.
Sixty
years
of
walking,
sixty
years
of
grace,
Running
this
race
at
a
steady,
steady
pace.
I’
m
not
finished,
no,
I’
m
just
getting
started,
Stronger
than
ever,
the
spirit
imparted.
It’
s
never
too
late,
the
morning
sun
is
rising,
It’
s
never
too
late,
see
the
blessing
surprising.
Keep
your
head
up
high,
let
the
spirit
move,
There
is
nothing
in
this
life
that
you
cannot
prove.
Yes,
it’
s
never
too
late
to
start
once
more,
Knocking
on
heaven’
s
wide
and
open
door.
It’
s
never
too
late…
Yeah,
I’
m
still
standing!
Still
praising!
By
His
grace,
I’
m
rising
up!
Never
too
late… (
Fade
out
with
heavy,
reverberating
bass
and
horns)