Paroles de The Song Of The Beautiful

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 Of those You have redeemed, 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! It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Loves Me... It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Saved Me... Of those You have redeemed, Echoes of those made free - It's the song of the beautiful, Jesus Loves Me... Oh how He loves me Oh how He loves me Oh how He love me... the broken, the beautiful.... The prodigal running home... The widow never alone... The one who is waiting, rising and singing, "Jesus You, You Are My All"....