A song made by emmanuelmwanzabwali
A song made by emmanuelmwanzabwali
(Hallelujah, glory)
I feel you watching from the stars tonight
Mother Chipo, you left when I was two years small
I never heard your voice, I never saw you stand so tall
But the spirit whispers secrets in the quiet of the room
Like a flower in the winter that is destined still to bloom
Yes Lord, I’m seeking wisdom from the ones who’ve gone before
Knocking soft and steady on that golden heaven door
Oh, Mother Chipo, and Grandmother Monica too
I am lifting up my prayers, I am reaching out to you
Help me keep this family, guide my heart and guide my hand
With your blessings from the clouds, help me understand the plan
(Thank You Jesus, thank You Jesus)
Grandmother Monica, your strength is in my blood today
Though you’re resting in the light, show me the righteous way
To hold my family steady when the winds begin to blow
To plant the seeds of love that I am praying for to grow
It’s a heavy burden sometimes, being here while you are there
But I feel your steady presence in the rhythm of my prayer
Oh, Mother Chipo, and Grandmother Monica too
I am lifting up my prayers, I am reaching out to you
Help me keep this family, guide my heart and guide my hand
With your blessings from the clouds, help me understand the plan
I see you in the starlight, I see you in the moon
I’m asking for the wisdom, may it come to me so soon
Guide my path, protect my home, keep the fires burning bright
Lead me through the shadows, lead me safely through the night
(Praise Him, praise Him)
This family is your legacy, a garden you have sown
I’m trying to be worthy of the seeds that you have known
Chipo, mother, Monica, I’m calling on your grace
Let me see the path ahead, let me see your holy face
(Yes Lord, amen)
Oh, Mother Chipo, and Grandmother Monica too
I am lifting up my prayers, I am reaching out to you
Help me keep this family, guide my heart and guide my hand
With your blessings from the clouds, help me understand the plan
I know you’re looking down
Watching over all we do
Chipo and Monica, I’m finding home in you
(Glory, amen)