My Soul Is Overjoyed
THE ON-LY BE-GOTTEN SON
OF THE SOVERIGN GOD WHO REIGNS
CHOSE TO LEAVE HIS THRONE AND BECAME FLESH
AND HE SUFFERED FOR MY SAKE
AND WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE WORDS HE SAID
WHAT HE DIED FOR, AND THE WAY HE LIVED
MY SOUL, MY SOUL
IS OVERJOYED
YES, MY SOUL, MY SOUL
IS OVERJOYED
JESUS IS SO VERY SWEET TO ME
HE GIVES ME GRACE EVERYDAY
HIS LOVE FOR ME IS UNCONDITIONAL
I JUST CAN’T HELP BUT TO PRAISE HIM
AND WHEN I THINK OF ALL HE BROUGHT ME THROUGH
HOW HE DELIVERED ME
AND MADE ME ANEW
MY SOUL, MY SOUL
IS OVERJOYED
YES, MY SOUL, MY SOUL
IS OVERJOYED
HOW COULD I EVER FULLY EXPLAIN
ALL THE LORD IS TO ME
I TELL YOU THIS, THERE IS NO WAY
SO I’LL KEEP PRAISING AND WORSHIPING
AS LONG AS THERE IS BREATH IN ME
WHEN I THINK ABOUT THAT PROMISED DAY
WHEN MY MASTER COMES AND TAKES ME AWAY
MY EYES WILL BE CAST UPON HIS SHINING FACE
MY SOUL, MY SOUL
IS OVERJOYED
Copyright © Ashanti Neely-Vigil | Year Posted 2008
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