[male
vocals] (
Soft,
slow
acoustic
guitar
plucking
with
deep,
resonant
synth
pads)
We
gather
in
the
quiet
of
this
morning
light
To
remember
the
one
who
led
us
through
the
night
Oh,
the
silence
is
heavy
in
our
hearts
today
As
we
lift
our
voices,
though
words
seem
to
fade
Rev.
Obed
Phiri,
a
shepherd
of
the
soul
You
carried
the
burdens,
you
helped
us
feel
whole
A
father
to
the
fatherless,
a
mentor
to
the
wise
We
see
the
reflection
of
grace
in
your
eyes
PAOGZ
family
is
mourning
the
loss
of
a
light
That
guided
our
pathways
and
helped
us
reach
height
From
the
pulpit
you
whispered
the
truth
of
the
Lord
Now
youā
ve
laid
down
your
armor,
youā
ve
put
down
your
sword
Twalila,
twalila,
we
weep
for
the
giant
An
impalume
of
faith,
so
humble
and
quiet
Oh,
the
pastor
to
pastors,
your
legacy
stays
In
the
seeds
that
you
planted
through
all
of
your
days
Twalila,
twalila,
the
sorrow
is
deep
As
we
watch
you
go
home,
as
we
watch
you
go
sleep
You
walked
through
the
valleys,
you
climbed
every
hill
With
a
spirit
so
constant,
a
heart
standing
still
We
remember
the
laughter,
the
prayers
that
you
prayed
In
the
foundation
of
our
faith,
where
your
spirit
is
laid
You
taught
us
to
listen,
to
walk
in
the
flame
To
call
out
for
comfort
in
the
Savior's
own
name
Now
the
work
here
is
finished,
the
race
has
been
run
And
the
glory
awaits
you,
under
the
morning
sun
Twalila,
twalila,
we
weep
for
the
giant
An
impalume
of
faith,
so
humble
and
quiet
Oh,
the
pastor
to
pastors,
your
legacy
stays
In
the
seeds
that
you
planted
through
all
of
your
days
Twalila,
twalila,
the
sorrow
is
deep
As
we
watch
you
go
home,
as
we
watch
you
go
sleep
Though
we
stand
in
the
shadows,
the
light
still
remains
You
washed
away
doubts
and
you
healed
all
our
pains
But
the
hollow
is
empty,
the
seat
is
now
bare
And
we
search
for
your
presence
in
the
stillness
of
prayer
Twalila,
twalila,
we
weep
for
the
giant
An
impalume
of
faith,
so
humble
and
quiet
Oh,
the
pastor
to
pastors,
your
legacy
stays
In
the
seeds
that
you
planted
through
all
of
your
days
Twalila,
twalila,
the
sorrow
is
deep
As
we
watch
you
go
home,
as
we
watch
you
go
sleep
Rest
well,
Rev.
Obed,
in
the
arms
of
the
King
We
hold
on
to
the
peace
that
your
memory
brings
Twalila...
the
shepherd
is
home
Rest
now...
you
are
no
longer
alone (
Fade
out
with
a
single,
lingering
acoustic
guitar
note)