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The Teacher's Final Lesson (Remix)

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[male vocals] Oh,

heaven

holds

a

place

for

you

today

We

miss

you,

Ian

The

halls

of

Makawani

seem

so

still

today

Your

lessons

on

the

soil

have

faded

into

grey

You

taught

us

how

the

life

begins

in

biology

Now

we

search

for

meaning

in

this

cold

theology

You

were

the

teacher

who

brought

the

light

inside

And

now

we

gather

here

with

nowhere

left

to

hide

Oh,

thank

You

Jesus,

for

the

time

we

shared

We’

re

leaning

on

Your

grace,

knowing

You

cared

Rest

well,

Ian

Nkonge,

in

the

arms

of

the

King

We

hear

the

chorus

that

the

angels

sing

From

the

classroom

floor

to

the

DJ

booth

above

We

loved

you

so,

but

God

loved

you

with

more

love

Yes

Lord,

we

trust

You,

even

in

our

pain

Until

the

day

we

see

you,

Ian,

once

again

You

spun

the

records,

you

brought

the

joy

to

life

A

rhythm

in

the

chaos,

a

comfort

in

the

strife

Whether

in

the

fields

or

beneath

the

evening

sun

Your

work

was

faithful,

now

the

race

is

run

We’

re

grieving,

glory,

but

we’

re

holding

to

the

hope

That

You

are

the

anchor,

helping

us

to

cope

We

thank

You

Jesus

for

the

heart

he

used

to

share

Guided

by

Your

hand,

lifted

in

our

prayer

Rest

well,

Ian

Nkonge,

in

the

arms

of

the

King

We

hear

the

chorus

that

the

angels

sing

From

the

classroom

floor

to

the

DJ

booth

above

We

loved

you

so,

but

God

loved

you

with

more

love

Yes

Lord,

we

trust

You,

even

in

our

pain

Until

the

day

we

see

you,

Ian,

once

again

Agriculture

taught

us

that

the

seed

must

die

to

grow

To

reap

the

harvest

that

we

never

thought

we’

d

know

Though

you

are

absent

from

this

earthly

scene

Your

spirit

lingers

in

the

spaces

in

between

Praise

Him,

even

when

the

tears

begin

to

fall

Glory,

He

hears

us

when

we

loudly

call

The

blackboard’

s

empty,

the

microphone

is

still

But

we

bow

our

heads

to

the

Father’

s

holy

will

We’

ll

keep

your

memory

like

a

garden

in

the

rain

Until

the

healing

comes

to

wash

away

this

pain

Hallelujah,

we’

ll

carry

on

the

seeds

you

sowed

Walking

with

the

Master

on

this

narrow

road

Rest

well,

Ian

Nkonge,

in

the

arms

of

the

King

We

hear

the

chorus

that

the

angels

sing

From

the

classroom

floor

to

the

DJ

booth

above

We

loved

you

so,

but

God

loved

you

with

more

love

Yes

Lord,

we

trust

You,

even

in

our

pain

Until

the

day

we

see

you,

Ian,

once

again

Rest

well,

Ian

We’

ll

see

you

soon

Amen,

thank

You

Jesus

Rest

in

glory

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