30th GMA Dove Awards - Youth/Children's Musical of The Year

Youth/Children's Musical of The Year

2 Extreme!; Steven V. Taylor; Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing

A Lamb's Tale; Martha Bolton, Dennis Allen

A Star Is Born; Celeste Clydesdale; Word Music

The Ultimate Youth Choir Book 2; David Guthrie, Bruce Cokeroft, Robert Sterling Steven V. Taylor, Rob Howard, Dennis Allen; Word Music

WWW.Christmasonline.com; Nancy Gordon, John Chisum; Dovetail Music, Genevox

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