Audrey Assad - New Every Morning Lyrics
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New Every Morning
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What Are The Lyrics For New Every Morning By Audrey Assad?
In the beginning, you hovered over the water
You broke an unbroken silence You spoke light into darkness And there was light In the beginning, we were made in your image And we were naked without shame Till we fell for the darkness And there was night Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning In the beginning, there was the Word and he was God And the Word was with God And he dwelt among us And there was life Oh, in the beginning, the Lamb of God was broken And his life was poured out For the sins of the world And there was life Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning At the cross, at the cross Where I first saw your light At the cross, at the cross I received my sight At the cross, at the cross Where you laid down your life Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning Your mercies are new Your mercies are new New every morning |
Who Wrote New Every Morning By Audrey Assad?
Audrey Assad, Matt Maher
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What's The Duration Of The New Every Morning By Audrey Assad?The duration of New Every Morning is 5:22 minutes and seconds. |
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