The church is so quiet, we only pretend it didn't
and we ain't sure what to do.
I can't remember how I lived
Before the day that I started listening to you preaching

We can't just stop thinking.
But your preaching would take care of us as we would never stop listening to it.
We would crawl beneath the Words,
And lay down our weary head.

We would be having new days,
many that we'll face
Without you here in this world,
Without your preaching, your wit, your grace.

We will try to carry on
Or at least we will try to follow your preachings.
Until one day we would all meet again
And then you would be rewarded for your good deeds.

Tears on my pillows of those that are close to you
I can't count how many people that cried and are still crying and would still cry.
We feel so awfully hollow,
Almost like it's the world that end.

How long will we feel so sad,
Will missing you ever end?
I pray your spirit enter brother Daniel Razon.
Until we meet in Heaven, where I pray we meet

Too soon for your preaching come to end.
We thought we would have so many more years,
And so much more lesson to learn.

I pray you find the best of the best place to rest in heaven, Father that selflessly call himself brother.

Rest in peace Brother Eli Soriano