Amy Grant - Wait for the Healing Lyrics
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Wait for the Healing
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What Are The Lyrics For Wait for the Healing By Amy Grant?
One Had vision
One came bringing its doom One saw napalm One heard the man in the moon We were children of promise We were heirs to their dreams Tell me, why then is the hand slow And the dog bites, well, I don't know But the sky will fall And heads will roll And it's all that we can do To wait for the healing Hungry hearted reason coming of age Running headlong into the the latest rage Always reaching within us Claiming the answers are there Tell me, why then is the hand slow And the dog bites, well, I don't know But the sky will fall And heads will roll And it's all that we can do To wait for the healing For to carry on For to stand when all is said and done In the shadow of the rising sun Longing, waiting for the healing We are children of promise We are heirs to their dreams Tell me, why then is the hand slow And the dog bites, well, I don't know But the sky will fall And heads will roll And it's all that we can do To wait for the healing For to carry on For to stand when all is said and done In the shadow of the rising sun Longing, waiting for the healing |
Who Wrote Wait for the Healing By Amy Grant?
Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick, Jerry Mcpherson, Gary Chapman
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What's The Duration Of The Wait for the Healing By Amy Grant?The duration of Wait for the Healing is 5:39 minutes and seconds. |
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