Beautiful is my soul planted by the Lord
My God so counsels me I am a mourning of Zion
My God soul counts me as I'm mourning in Zion
I am the planting Of the Lord
I am the planting of the Lord
He's so planted me in fruitful soil
That He may be glorified
I am that I am ..beautiful
He Dawns me with coats of many colors
I give up the Garment of Praise
For the spirit of heaviness He pours oil of joy
For morning is Beauty for my ashes
The planting of the Lord
That He may be glorified
The planting of the Lord
That He may be glorified
The planting of the Lord that He may be glorified
Now I be called tree of righteousness
My God so counsels me I am a mourning of Zion
My God soul counts me as I'm mourning in Zion
I am the planting Of the Lord
I am the planting of the Lord
He's so planted me in fruitful soil
That He may be glorified
I am that I am ..beautiful
He Dawns me with coats of many colors
I give up the Garment of Praise
For the spirit of heaviness He pours oil of joy
For morning is Beauty for my ashes
The planting of the Lord
That He may be glorified
Blessed
Glory
Holy
Hallelujah
The planting of the Lord
That He may be glorified
The planting of the Lord that He may be glorified
Now I be called tree of righteousness
6/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Referencing Isaiah 61:3
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