Ayy, thank you Baba.
From Harare to Lusaka, we move by grace.
Natotela,sarna. No boza!
Behind the wheel of this heavy machine
No be by my power, no be what I have seen
I don't have the years, I don't have the skill
But Your mercy is holding me still
Steering through the valley, climbing up the hill
Chirundu border crossing, doing Your will
Ooh, it is Your mercy, oh Lord!
Your guidance and love, everywhere I go
From Zimbabwe to Zambia, the truck is moving slow
But Your grace is the fuel, making me glow
Natotela, Lord, you never let me go!
This truck driving job is not for the weak
Long roads, dark nights, the blessings I seek
When the road gets tough and my body is tired
It is Your holy fire that keeps me inspired
Muli shani to the road, we are passing through
Every single kilometer, I lean on You
Ooh, it is Your mercy, oh Lord!
Your guidance and love, everywhere I go
From Zimbabwe to Zambia, the truck is moving slow
But Your grace is the fuel, making me glow
Natotela, Lord, you never let me go!
Mayo! I made it safe.
Zimbabwe to Zambia, we thank God.
Ayy, yoh. Amen.one Maposa