Winston Niney Holness - Tribulation Lyrics
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Tribulation
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What Are The Lyrics For Tribulation By Winston Niney Holness?
Rough as the road might seem to be
I'll be toiling on home I'll be myself and no one I'll keep trodding on A man must go through tribulation No matter who or where he's from If he's a man of understanding He then know that time alone will tell But fools know not of understanding That's why they stumble Never going to their way, oh, yeah For wisdom is hard for them A man must go through tribulation No matter who or where he's from If he's a man of understanding He then know that time alone will tell But fools know not of understanding That's why they stumble Never going to their way, oh, yeah For wisdom is hard for them Rough as the road might seem to be I'll be toiling on home I'll be myself and no one I'll keep trodding on A man must go through tribulation No matter who or where he's from If he's a man of understanding He then know that time alone will tell But fools know not of understanding That's why they stumble Never going to their way, oh, yeah For wisdom is hard for them A man must go through tribulation No matter who or where he's from If he's a man of understanding He then know that time alone will tell But fools know not of understanding That's why they stumble Never going to their way, oh, yeah For wisdom is hard for them |
Who Wrote Tribulation By Winston Niney Holness?
Winston Boswell, Dennis Brown
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What's The Duration Of The Tribulation By Winston Niney Holness?The duration of Tribulation is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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