[male vocals] Eeeish (
Slow,
melancholic
piano
melody
building
into
a
steady
rhythmic
beat)
Lord,
I’
m
kneeling
here,
dust
on
my
knees
Looking
up
at
the
heavens,
begging
for
the
keys
I
know
the
day
is
coming,
the
trumpet
gonna
sound
But
I
got
a
request,
Lord,
before
you
touch
the
ground
I
see
the
streets
of
the
world,
I
see
the
hustle
and
the
pain
People
running
in
circles,
trying
to
break
the
heavy
chain
I
know
your
judgment
is
holy,
I
know
your
fire
is
pure
But
Lord,
they’
re
broken,
they
need
a
way
to
endure
Eeish,
Lord,
I’
m
looking
at
the
way
we
live
We’
re
holding
onto
sins,
with
so
much
left
to
give
If
you
come
on
a
Friday,
the
bars
are
all
full
The
world
is
spinning
fast,
and
the
demons
start
to
pull
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Being
the
day,
when
the
sinners,
the
lost,
the
ones
far
from
home,
Remember
you
Ambuye,
mmh
being
the
day,
when
the
grace
of
the
Savior,
Is
hovering
over
the
crowd,
being
the
day,
pamene
bantu
bambili,
bama
pempelako,
Naku
nkalako
holy,
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Pantu
bambili,
might
not
make
it
to
heaven,
Ambuye
please,
mmh
iyi
ndiye
pempho
yanga
I
pray
thee,
Lord.
I
think
about
machakolwa,
I
think
about
mahule,
mmh
I
think
about
the
ones
in
the
bar
Chasing
the
bottle,
trying
to
outrun
every
scar
Elo
I
think
about
mfwiti,
na
ma
thieves,
lurking
in
the
dark
of
the
night
But
come
Sunday
morning,
they’
re
seeking
for
the
light
They
put
on
their
best
clothes,
they
sit
in
the
pew
Even
for
a
moment,
their
spirits
turn
back
to
you
If
you
come
on
a
Tuesday,
they’
re
deep
in
the
trap
They
wouldn’
t
stand
a
chance,
they’
d
fall
into
the
gap
But
Sunday
is
special,
the
atmosphere
is
thin
It’
s
the
only
day,
Lord,
we
try
to
wash
away
the
sin
Eeeish,
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Being
the
day,
when
the
sinners,
the
lost,
the
ones
far
from
home,
Remember
you
Ambuye,
mmh
being
the
day,
when
the
grace
of
the
Savior,
Is
hovering
over
the
crowd,
being
the
day,
pamene
bantu
bambili,
bama
pempelako,
Naku
nkalako
holy,
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Pantu
bambili,
might
not
make
it
to
heaven,
Ambuye
please,
mmh
iyi
ndiye
pempho
yanga
I
pray
thee,
Lord.
Mmmmmmh (
Instrumentation
swells,
powerful
strings
and
percussion)
We
are
your
children,
stumbling
in
the
dark
Trying
to
keep
alive
the
flicker
of
the
spark
We
know
that,
you
would
come
unannounced,
just
like
a
thief
in
the
night.
But
just
don’
t
come,
when
the
lights
are
low
and
the
hearts
are
cold
Come
when
the
story
of
your
love
is
being
told
Sunday,
Lord,
Sunday,
that’
s
when
we
are
holy
Sunday,
Lord,
Sunday,
that’
s
when
we
are
decent
Sunday,
Lord,
Sunday,
that’
s
when
we
pray
On
Sunday,
Lord,
on
Sunday,
that’
s
when
we
sway
To
the
rhythm
of
your
spirit,
to
the
truth
of
your
grace
Give
us
a
fighting
chance
to
see
your
holy
face
Lord,
you
know
that,
even
your
most
trusted
servants,
Might
not
make
it
to
heaven,
for
you
know
them,
mmh
you
see
them
also,
What
they
do,
you
see
who
they
become,
when
Sunday
bells
go
off,
Mmh
for
they
are
only
but
human
also,
Flesh
and
blood.
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Being
the
day,
when
the
sinners,
the
lost,
the
ones
far
from
home,
Remember
you
Ambuye,
mmh
being
the
day,
when
the
grace
of
the
Savior,
Is
hovering
over
the
crowd,
being
the
day,
pamene
bantu
bambili,
bama
pempelako,
Naku
nkalako
holy,
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Pantu
bambili,
might
not
make
it
to
heaven,
Ambuye
please,
mmh
iyi
ndiye
pempho
yanga
I
pray
thee,
Lord.
Mmmmh,
Just
imagine,
we
even
have
time
tables
for
sinning,
for
being
holy
and
decent,
We
are
even
proud
to
sin
on
any
other
day,
mmh
but
Sunday?
Mmh
mmh,
Sunday
has
been
put
as
a
day,
for
being
righteous,
holy
and
decent.
Ambuye,
you
are
always
watching,
how
people
behave
On
Monday,
Tuesday,
Wednesday
Thursday,
Eeish
Friday,
kuchimwa
too
much,
mmmh,
then
Sunday
comes,
boom,
People
are
holy,
mmh
people
are
humble
and
decent
enough
to
make
it
to
heaven.
So
please
Ambuye,
iyi
ndiye
Pempho
yanga,
ngati
chingankale
chokwanilisika,
Siku
yoweluza
muyifake
pa
Sunday,
nipempha.
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Being
the
day,
when
the
sinners,
the
lost,
the
ones
far
from
home,
Remember
you
Ambuye,
mmh
being
the
day,
when
the
grace
of
the
Savior,
Is
hovering
over
the
crowd,
being
the
day,
pamene
bantu
bambili,
bama
pempelako,
Naku
nkalako
holy,
Oh
Ambuye
please,
mmh
is
it
possible
kufaka
judgement
day,
pa
Sunday?
Pantu
bambili,
might
not
make
it
to
heaven,
Ambuye
please,
mmh
iyi
ndiye
pempho
yanga
I
pray
thee,
Lord.
Yeah,
just
a
Sunday,
Lord
One
day
when
we’
re
all
trying
to
do
right
Don’
t
catch
us
off
guard
Let
us
have
that
Sunday
light
Ambuye,
please
hear
my
cry (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
and
distant
church
bells)