Oh,
heavens
hear
my
cry
tonight
It’
s
a
story
of
grace,
a
life
of
light
July
twenty-sixth,
the
morning
sun
arose
Born
to
Peter
Umukoro,
that’
s
how
the
story
goes
Third
of
the
children,
the
second
son
to
hold
the
line
We
thought
the
path
was
golden,
we
thought
the
stars
would
shine
But
life
is
not
a
promise,
the
wind
it
starts
to
blow
And
death
took
my
father,
where
he
had
to
go
Oh,
Pst
Joseph,
see
how
the
Lord
has
paved
the
way
From
the
valley
of
the
shadows
to
the
light
of
day
Through
the
struggle
and
the
hunger,
through
the
bitter
cold
God
has
turned
our
stories
into
threads
of
gold
Then
came
my
mother,
with
a
heart
so
brave
and
wide
She
carried
all
our
burdens
with
the
fire
deep
inside
It
wasn't
easy,
no,
the
task
was
far
too
grand
To
put
the
food
upon
the
table
with
her
shaking
hand
She
sailed
us
through
the
storm,
she
kept
us
standing
tall
Until
she
slept
in
glory,
answering
the
final
call
Oh,
Pst
Joseph,
see
how
the
Lord
has
paved
the
way
From
the
valley
of
the
shadows
to
the
light
of
day
Through
the
struggle
and
the
hunger,
through
the
bitter
cold
God
has
turned
our
stories
into
threads
of
gold
Chai!
The
road
was
narrow,
omo,
the
climb
was
steep
But
promises
of
heaven
are
the
ones
that
He
will
keep
Nna,
look
at
the
levels,
look
at
where
we
stand
today
Blessings
overflow,
washing
all
the
tears
away
So
I
lift
my
voice
in
praise,
a
melody
so
clear
For
the
God
who
never
fails,
the
One
who
draws
us
near
From
the
ashes
of
the
past,
to
the
honor
that
I
bear
Joseph
Umukoro
living
in
the
Father's
care
Oh,
Pst
Joseph,
see
how
the
Lord
has
paved
the
way
From
the
valley
of
the
shadows
to
the
light
of
day
Through
the
struggle
and
the
hunger,
through
the
bitter
cold
God
has
turned
our
stories
into
threads
of
gold
Yeah,
the
God
that
never
fails
He’
s
the
wind
within
my
sails
Joseph,
keep
the
faith
alive
Through
the
grace,
we
survive
Oh,
what
a
grace,
oh
what
a
joy
Amen.