Christopher Tin - Baba Yetu (Our Father Kiswahili Version) Lyrics
Lyrics
Baba Yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina Baba Yetu, yetu uliye ku Jina lako eh litukuzwe
Utupe leo chakula chetu tunachohitaji Utusamehe makosa yetu, hey Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe waliotukosea Usitutie katika majaribu Lakini utuokoe na yule mwovu milele na milele
Baba Yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina Baba Yetu, yetu uliye ku Jina lako eh litukuzwe
ufalme wako ufike
utakalo lifanyike
Lifanyike duniani kama mbinguni Amina
Baba Yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina Baba Yetu, yetu uliye ku Jina lako eh litukuzwe
Utupe leo chakula chetu tunachohitaji Utusamehe makosa yetu, hey Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe waliotukosea Usitutie katika majaribu Lakini utuokoe na yule ibilisi mwovu milele
Baba Yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina
Baba Yetu, yetu uliye ku
Jina lako eh litukuzwe
Video
Baba Yetu (The Lord's Prayer in Swahili) | BYU Men's Chorus | Music by Christopher Tin | Africa
Meaning & Inspiration
There’s something about hearing the Lord’s Prayer in Swahili that hits different than just reading it in English again. It’s the same words Jesus gave His disciples when they asked how to pray, but the melody forces me to stop and actually listen to the weight of it. When I hear the choir singing about daily bread—chakula chetu—it feels so much more raw, like a genuine plea from someone who actually doesn't know where their next meal is coming from. It pulls me back to that moment in Matthew where He teaches them to trust the Father for today. It’s hard to reconcile that simple, daily trust with the way I usually live, treating provision like it’s just something that happens automatically.
The part about forgiveness, though—that’s where I start feeling uncomfortable. We ask to be forgiven just as we forgive those who wrong us, and the music swells right there. It’s not just a nice lyric; it’s a terrifying standard if you stop to think about the implications. I find myself wondering if I’m really ready for that kind of cycle, to let go of my own grievances with the same freedom I expect from God. Then there’s the plea to be saved from the evil one. It feels like such a heavy, honest admission that we aren’t strong enough to handle temptation on our own. I keep coming back to the idea that this isn't some polite, detached prayer. It’s a desperate survival guide. But does it change anything in me, or am I just caught up in the sound of a hundred voices chanting about the kingdom coming to earth? I’m still not sure if I actually want the King’s will to be done here as much as I claim to when I’m singing along.