Celestine Donkor - Agbebolo (Bread Of Life) Lyrics

Lyrics

Elemala Elemala; Elemala Elemala Elemala Elemala; Elemala Elemala

[Celestine]

Uuuuuuuh.. I never never imagined I never never dreamt about it

I never knew you'd favor me this way You turned my life around Akpè na wò I never imagined bringing me this far You've turned my life around Akpè na wò

Elemala Elemala; Elemala Elemala Elemala Elemala; Elemala Elemala Thank you Jesus Elamadabasikee ee Never knew say..

I never knew you'd favor me this way You turned my life around Akpè na wò I never imagined bringing me this far You've turned my life around Akpè na wò

Agbebolo eeeh, akpè na wo Agbebolo eeeh, akpè na wo oo Glory honour and power belongs to you You turned my life around Akpè na wò

Glory honour and power Glory honour and power Belongs to you uuuu Akpè na wo

Unpredictable God You surprised my enemies You pushed me to the top On the wings of the eagle You are the bread of life So you gave me another life Agbebolo ee akpe na wo

[Gideon] "No one can love me like you do You are Mysterious God You prepared me a table Before my enemies Even in my weakness You've been Merciful to me Agbebolo ee Apke na wo"

[Celestine & Gideon] "No one, No one can love me like you do You prepared me a table Before my enemies Even in my weakness You've been Merciful to me Agbebolo ee Apke na wo"

Agbebolo eee akpè na wo Agbebolo eee akpè na wo oo Glory honour and power belongs to you You turned my life around Akpè na wò

Glory honour and power Glory honour and power Belongs to you uuuu Akpè na wo ooo Oooo Agbebolo ee Akpè na wo oooo

Video

Celestine Donkor || AGBEBOLO (BREAD OF LIFE) ft NHYIRABA GIDEON {OFFICIAL VIDEO}

Meaning & Inspiration

"I never never imagined."

That line hits different when you’ve spent your nights sleeping in the mud of your own bad choices. Most people talk about "favor" like it’s a shiny trophy you win for being good, for checking the right boxes, for staying inside the lines. But when you’ve been out in the far country—when you’ve wasted everything, when you’ve burned bridges you didn’t think you’d ever need to cross again—favor isn’t a trophy. It’s a scandal. It’s an undeserved hand pulling you out of the trash heap when you were fully prepared to die there.

Celestine Donkor and Nhyiraba Gideon keep singing Agbebolo—Bread of Life. It’s that Ewe language that gets me. It doesn’t feel like it’s trying to impress anyone in a Sunday best suit. It feels like someone sitting at a table they didn’t earn, looking at a feast they didn’t cook, whispering, "How?"

I keep thinking about the part where they sing, "You prepared me a table before my enemies."

That’s messy. See, usually, we want our enemies to disappear. We want to be vindicated in private. But grace? Real, raw grace? It happens right in front of the people who watched you fail. It happens in front of the ones who saw you at your lowest, the ones who whispered that you’d never amount to anything. The Father doesn't just invite you home; He sets a place for you in the middle of the field where everyone can see. He puts a ring on your finger while your clothes still smell like the pig pen.

I’m still dusting the soot off my skin. I still have the bad memories, the habits that try to crawl back into my head at 3:00 AM. But then I hear this song, and it isn't about me having it all together. It’s about the Bread of Life being the only thing keeping me upright.

"I never knew you'd favor me this way."

That's the truth of it. If I knew how it would turn out, I probably wouldn’t have run in the first place, or maybe I’d have tried to earn my way back home with some pathetic, manufactured apology. But the rescue didn't wait for my apology. The rescue happened when I was still "in my weakness," just like Gideon sings.

It’s uncomfortable, isn't it? That we didn't fix ourselves. That the "Bread of Life" just showed up and did the work. It’s humiliating, but in the best way possible. I’m sitting here, still smelling like the fire I walked through, looking at a table I shouldn’t be at, and all I can say is Akpè na wo. Thank you. It makes no sense, and that’s exactly why I believe it.