[female
vocals] (
Hallelujah)
Lord,
we
lean
on
You
tonight. (
Yes
Lord)
For
the
gap
is
wide,
but
Your
grace
is
wider.
The
house
is
quiet,
the
shadows
long
and
deep,
Trisha
Chipo
Asumwishe
Bwalya,
in
Your
arms
she
sleeps.
The
silence
speaks
of
laughter
that
we
can’
t
replace,
We’
re
searching
for
the
sunlight
in
Your
holy
grace.
Oh,
the
memory
of
her
spirit
fills
the
empty
room,
Even
in
the
valley,
Lord,
we
pray
Your
flowers
bloom.
Oh,
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss,
We
lay
our
broken
hearts
beneath
the
wooden
cross.
From
the
hallways
to
the
table,
we
feel
the
space,
Missing
your
light,
Trisha,
in
this
sacred
place. (
Thank
You
Jesus)
We
trust
Your
sovereign
plan,
Even
when
we
cannot
see,
we
hold
onto
Your
hand.
Mr.
Bwalya
walks
the
path
with
a
heavy,
weary
heart,
Wondering
how
to
mend
the
world
now
that
we’
re
apart.
And
Mapalo,
your
daughter,
she
looks
up
to
the
sky,
Wiping
tears
away,
Lord,
hearing
her
soft
cry.
We
hold
her
close,
we
whisper
of
your
mother’
s
love,
Watching
from
the
golden
streets
up
there
above. (
Glory)
We
know
she’
s
resting,
safe
and
free,
But
the
longing
in
our
souls
is
all
we
have
to
see.
Oh,
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss,
We
lay
our
broken
hearts
beneath
the
wooden
cross.
From
the
hallways
to
the
table,
we
feel
the
space,
Missing
your
light,
Trisha,
in
this
sacred
place. (
Praise
Him)
We
trust
Your
sovereign
plan,
Even
when
we
cannot
see,
we
hold
onto
Your
hand.
And
Omaka,
your
brother,
stands
strong
amidst
the
pain,
Searching
for
the
sunshine
through
the
pouring
rain.
We
are
a
family
bound
by
love
that
never
dies,
Even
through
the
grieving
and
the
misty
eyes. (
Amen)
Your
spirit
lingers
in
the
words
we
say,
Until
we
meet
again
in
the
eternal
day.
So
we
lift
our
hands
in
sorrow,
yet
we
lift
them
high,
Blessing
Your
name,
Father,
though
we
wonder
why.
Trisha,
your
legacy
is
etched
within
our
soul,
Only
Your
healing
power,
Lord,
can
make
us
whole.
We’
ll
keep
the
fire
burning,
we’
ll
keep
the
faith
alive,
Because
of
Your
promise,
in
You
we
survive.
Oh,
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss,
We
lay
our
broken
hearts
beneath
the
wooden
cross.
From
the
hallways
to
the
table,
we
feel
the
space,
Missing
your
light,
Trisha,
in
this
sacred
place. (
Yes
Lord)
We
trust
Your
sovereign
plan,
Even
when
we
cannot
see,
we
hold
onto
Your
hand.
Rest
now,
Trisha
Chipo
Asumwishe
Bwalya.
Mapalo
remembers,
Mr.
Bwalya
waits,
Omaka
holds
on. (
Hallelujah)
We
trust
You,
Lord. (
Amen)
Till
we
meet
again.