Song Of The Beautiful

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The broken, weary and poor

Finding...You are the cure

The weak and dying, glorifying, You in it all...

It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Loves Me...

It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Saved Me...

The song of the redeemed, the echoes of those made free,

It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Loves me...

The fallen back on their feet

The fatherless now complete...

The innocent suffering, rising from wounding, to find...You were there all along!

Oh how He loves me

The broken, the beautiful...

The prodigal running home...

The widow never alone...

The one who is waiting, rising and singing, "You...Jesus, You Are My All"