Youthful Praise - Now Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Now By Youthful Praise?
Miracles are on the way,
Breakthrough is here today You don't have to cry no more, All you lost shall be restored You just have to keep the faith Speak into the atmosphere, And praise Him like it's already here Trust Him and believe, By faith you shall receive The blessings God has for you And now, let the weak say "I am strong," Let the poor say "I am rich," I believe He will do it, So I'm gonna praise Him Now, let the sick say "I am healed," Let the bound say "I am free," He will keep His promise, So I'm gonna praise Him now Speak into the atmosphere, And praise Him like it's already here Trust Him and believe, By faith you shall receive The blessings God has for you And now, let the weak say "I am strong," Let the poor say "I am rich," I believe He will do it, So I'm gonna praise Him Now, let the sick say "I am healed," Let the bound say "I am free," He will keep His promise, So I'm gonna praise Him now I'm healed now I'm free now I'm restored now It's done now I'm healed now I'm free now I'm restored now It's done now I'm healed now I'm free now I'm restored now It's done now Now (Now) Now (Now) Yes (Yes) I believe (I believe) I believe (I believe) I believe (I believe) (Now) |
Who Wrote Now By Youthful Praise?
Robert Berkeley Davis, Chesney Lee Hawkes, Shane Robert Ward
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What's The Duration Of The Now By Youthful Praise?The duration of Now is 7:23 minutes and seconds. |
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