His voice comes up as I let iTunes run on it's own.

I hear his fingers across the piano, I can see his sillouette  as I sit on his left, and the light comes in from the backyard door.

He plays song after song, some in-betweens in which I hear him just praising God in his own words.

He stuffs up the lyrics to No Higher Calling.

He tells me that God will make a way where there seems to be no way. But I have learnt that I can't hold on to that line from him for obvious reasons. And as I type this, my wounds reopen. My tears fall but I want to finish this.

At the end, he tells me I have 8 minutes of recording. He did this so that I can hear his voice even though I was far away, and I can fall asleep on nights he wasn't there.

God, I miss worshipping with this man.