Remembrance of the Creator

(Upbeat piano montuno, brass section swell, conga rhythm sets the groove)

(Vocal ad-libs)

Oh, we gather here today

In the rhythm of life, we find the way

Let the spirit move, let the heartbeat play

Oh Brother, remember the Maker of us all

While we have breath, we answer to the call

In these days of labor, under the sun so high

There is no salvation if we let the spirit die

Lord, we are seeking, we are calling to Your grace

Searching for the light within this sacred space

Yaweh, we are crying out to You

Yaweh, we are calling, seeing it through

Yaweh, we are crying, listening for the sound

Yaweh, in Your mercy, we are homeward bound

Oh Brother, remember the Maker of us all

In this fleeting time, before the shadows fall

We work through the trials, through the heat and the pain

Looking for the harvest, waiting for the rain

Oh God, we are praying in this world so wide

Help us find our footing, with You by our side

Yaweh, we are crying out to You

Yaweh, we are calling, seeing it through

Yaweh, we are crying, listening for the sound

Yaweh, in Your mercy, we are homeward bound

Sickness is heavy, and the hunger bites deep

So many promises that we struggle to keep

Jobs are disappearing, the path is hard to see

But we look to You, for the grace to be free

We fall to our knees on the ground so low

As You said we would, in the seeds we sow

Every soul will bow, and every tongue will know

You are King of Kings, and the grace will flow

Oh Lord, we are asking for Your helping hand

Walking together through this shifting sand

Your love is the anchor, Your love is the prize

Reflected in the beauty of the morning skies

So let the brass ring out, let the rhythm tell the tale

With faith in the Creator, we know we shall prevail

Yaweh, we are crying out to You

Yaweh, we are calling, seeing it through

Yaweh, we are crying, listening for the sound

Yaweh, in Your mercy, we are homeward bound

Yaweh, we are calling

(Crying out to You)

Yaweh, we are praying

(Seeing it through)

(Piano fade with sharp brass stabs)

We are homeward bound.