Texty

You've been saying that you're tired of going through Seems like everyone else is blessed but you Preacher telling you, your miracle is on the way Paid your tithes, you're confused cause your rent is late So you may not have a mansion in a gated neighborhood But at least you have a roof over your head You say your body needs a healing, well the healer's here today Praise now, it could be worse, Praise now it could be worse You complain about the job that you don't like Do your best, working hard they don't treat your right Boss is telling you, your raise is coming soon With no notice, you're laid off, what do you do You've been waiting on your blessing Don't you know you're already blessed You should thank the Lord for what you already have If it wasn't for Jesus, tell me where would you be Praise now, it could be worse, Praise now it could be worse Praise now it could be worse
Writer(s): James Fortune, Cheryl Fortune, Ay'ron Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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