Praise (Might Be the Only Way) [Live from the Bourbon Street Revival]

He leads me out and calls my name

My joy to do what He say

When I'm lost my shepherd sings tells me where to go

Praise

Might be the only way that I'm getting free

Praise

Singing when you got nothing left to say

Praise

Takes confusion puts it on the enemy

When The wicked come to drag me down

I just release that sound

You dress me in joy

I Put on praise and you hide me in your wings

Praise

Might be the only way that I'm getting free

Praise

Singing when you got nothing left to say

Praise

Takes confusion puts it on the enemy

Sing for joy you barren ones

The song of thanks makes the miracle come

So I praise that holy name and give glory to the Son!