[male
vocals] (
Ayy,
yoh)
Deep
in
the
valley,
but
the
crown
is
still
shining
For
the
shepherd
who
gave
it
all
Bishop
Lawrence
Kabamba,
we
see
you
They
walked
through
that
you
opened
for
them
Drank
from
the
wells
that
you
dug
with
your
sweat
Bishop
Lawrence
Kabamba,
you
gave
them
your
grace
But
they
paid
back
your
kindness
with
shadows
and
shame
They
dragged
down
your
name
while
you
prayed
for
their
souls
Still
you
stand
tall,
yeah,
you
never
did
fold
Oh,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
the
storm
tried
to
break
you
The
lies
and
the
gossip,
they
couldn't
mistake
you
Through
the
betrayal,
your
spirit
is
gold
Apostle,
you're
standing,
the
truth
has
been
told
Yeah,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
you're
still
on
your
feet
Victory
is
yours,
every
step
is
so
sweet
Your
spiritual
children,
they
turned
to
the
night
After
you
guided
them
into
the
light
Bishop
Lawrence
Kabamba,
the
weight
was
too
much
But
you
rose
like
the
phoenix
with
heaven’
s
own
touch
They
accused
the
innocent,
twisted
the
truth
But
God
knows
the
story,
the
proof
of
your
youth
Oh,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
the
storm
tried
to
break
you
The
lies
and
the
gossip,
they
couldn't
mistake
you
Through
the
betrayal,
your
spirit
is
gold
Apostle,
you're
standing,
the
truth
has
been
told
Yeah,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
you're
still
on
your
feet
Victory
is
yours,
every
step
is
so
sweet
Though
the
fire
was
hot,
you
were
refined
Left
all
the
traitors
and
darkness
behind
Lawrence
Kabamba,
your
legacy
grows
Heal
every
wound
that
the
enemy
knows
So
keep
on
preaching,
keep
lifting
the
banner
Bishop
Lawrence
Kabamba,
we
follow
your
manner
Let
them
talk
heavy,
let
them
run
loose
Your
character
stands,
you're
the
chosen,
the
proof
Still
standing
strong,
yeah,
we
know
who
you
are
Lawrence
Kabamba,
you’
re
our
guiding
star
Oh,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
the
storm
tried
to
break
you
The
lies
and
the
gossip,
they
couldn't
mistake
you
Through
the
betrayal,
your
spirit
is
gold
Apostle,
you're
standing,
the
truth
has
been
told
Yeah,
Lawrence
Kabamba,
you're
still
on
your
feet
Victory
is
yours,
every
step
is
so
sweet
Still
standing,
Bishop
Lawrence
Kabamba
No
weapon
formed,
no,
it
never
will
prosper
We
love
you,
Papa (
Ayy,
yoh)
Still
standing.