[female
vocals] (
Oh,
oh,
oh)
We
lift
our
hearts
to
You,
Lord (
Oh,
oh,
oh)
We
lift
our
hearts
to
You,
Lord
The
chair
is
empty
at
the
table
now
We're
searching
for
the
light
behind
your
brow
Trisha
Chipo
Asumwishe
Bwalya,
you're
gone
But
in
our
broken
hearts,
the
love
lives
on
It's
quiet
in
the
hallways
where
you
stood
We'd
give
everything
to
keep
you
if
we
could
Hallelujah,
though
we're
weeping
in
the
rain
We
carry
all
this
love
inside
the
pain
Oh
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss
We’
re
kneeling
at
the
foot
of
the
rugged
cross
Mr.
Bwalya
feels
the
silence
in
the
night
Missing
the
warmth,
missing
your
morning
light
Yes
Lord,
we
miss
you,
we
miss
you
so
Trisha,
why
did
the
Father
call
you
to
go?
Praise
Him,
even
through
the
tears
we
shed
Resting
in
the
peace
where
you
are
led
Little
Mapalo
looks
up
to
the
sky
Asking
the
angels
the
reason
why
Her
mother’
s
hand
is
not
there
to
hold
But
stories
of
your
grace
will
be
retold
Omaka
walks
with
a
heavy,
steady
soul
Trying
to
keep
the
family
feeling
whole
We’
re
leaning
on
the
promises
divine
Even
when
the
sun
refuses
to
shine
Oh
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss
We’
re
kneeling
at
the
foot
of
the
rugged
cross
Mr.
Bwalya
feels
the
silence
in
the
night
Missing
the
warmth,
missing
your
morning
light
Yes
Lord,
we
miss
you,
we
miss
you
so
Trisha,
why
did
the
Father
call
you
to
go?
Praise
Him,
even
through
the
tears
we
shed
Resting
in
the
peace
where
you
are
led
It’
s
a
long
road,
a
narrow
way
We
take
it
one
breath,
one
step
every
day
Glory
to
the
One
who
heals
the
broken
heart
Though
you
left
us,
we’
ll
never
be
apart
Thank
You
Jesus
for
the
time
we
shared
Knowing
that
You
always,
always
cared
Your
name
is
whispered
in
our
evening
prayer
Trisha,
we
feel
you
in
the
cooling
air
Mr.
Bwalya,
Mapalo,
Omaka
too
We’
re
holding
onto
memories
of
you
Amen,
let
the
healing
light
descend
Until
we
meet
again,
our
dearest
friend
Oh
Trisha,
heaven’
s
gain
is
our
heavy
loss
We’
re
kneeling
at
the
foot
of
the
rugged
cross
Mr.
Bwalya
feels
the
silence
in
the
night
Missing
the
warmth,
missing
your
morning
light
Yes
Lord,
we
miss
you,
we
miss
you
so
Trisha,
why
did
the
Father
call
you
to
go?
Praise
Him,
even
through
the
tears
we
shed
Resting
in
the
peace
where
you
are
led
Rest
in
peace,
Trisha
Chipo
Asumwishe
Bwalya
We’
ll
see
you
in
the
morning
light
Yes
Lord,
Amen
Thank
You
Jesus,
Glory