Disciple - Trade a Moment Lyrics
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Trade a Moment
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What Are The Lyrics For Trade a Moment By Disciple?
The wheels have lifted
I'm crossing this great expanse That brings me back to you It seems we waited like forever To get caught up just where we won't refused I know it's been a while But I am on my way So, baby, let's go dance Across the sky tonight Cause no boundary Could keep me from your arms tonight Of all the things in my life That I could rewrite I wouldn't trade a moment with you I've been dreaming I'm praying While I'm gone God is watching you And if you're feeling Like you've lost yourself You'll discover it When you replace lies with truth I know it's been a while But I am on my way So, baby, let's go dance Across the sky tonight Cause no boundary Could keep me from your arms tonight Of all the things in my life That I could rewrite I wouldn't trade a moment I've been praying you've been waiting Hear me say it I am coming home! I've been praying you've been waiting Hear me say it I am coming home! So, baby, let's go dance Across the sky tonight Cause no boundary Could keep me from your arms tonight Of all the things in my life That I could rewrite I wouldn't trade a moment with you |
Who Wrote Trade a Moment By Disciple?
Andrew James Welch, Israel Beachy, Kevin Young, Micah Robert Sannan, Trenton Nicholas Reiff
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What's The Duration Of The Trade a Moment By Disciple?The duration of Trade a Moment is 3:54 minutes and seconds. |
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