Evelyn Wanjiru - Celebrate/ Shangilia Lyrics
Lyrics
Celebrate Jesus, celebrate Jesus
Celebrate Jesus, celebrate Jesus
Shangilia Yesu, shangilia Yesu
Shangilia Yesu, shangilia Yesu
Shangilia shangilia
Shangilia Yesu, shangilia Yesu
Ametenda makuu,
makuu (eeeh) makuu (eeh)
Ametenda makuu (eeh)
Bwana wa mabwana (eeh )
wa majeshi (eeh )
Jehovah adonai (eeh)
Shangilia Yesu, shangilia Yesu
Shangilia Yesu, shangilia Yesu
Video
Evelyn Wanjiru - Celebrate
Meaning & Inspiration
I caught myself listening to this on a day where my brain felt like static, just noise everywhere, and the repetition in this track actually started to do something to my blood pressure. It’s funny because sometimes when I’m struggling to pray, my thoughts are so fragmented that I can’t even form a coherent sentence to God, let alone a theological argument. I just need to say a name. "Shangilia Yesu." It’s a command to my own tired spirit, really. It’s easy to get caught up in the heavy lifting of faith—the wrestling, the asking, the begging—but this just strips it back to that singular act of celebration.
There’s that line, "Ametenda makuu," which just means He has done great things. I think about my own life and how often I gloss over the "great things" because I’m already onto the next disappointment or the next thing I’m worried about. But singing it—especially in Swahili, which feels so much more raw and bodily than the English I’m used to—it makes the victory feel tangible. It isn't some distant, abstract theological concept. It’s personal. It’s God as Jehovah Adonai, the Lord of Hosts, the one who actually holds the ground I’m standing on even when I feel like I’m sinking.
I wonder if I’m just hiding behind the praise sometimes. Like, is it easier to sing "Shangilia" than it is to actually sit in the silence with Him? Maybe. Probably. But there’s something undeniably honest about the rhythm of it, the way it just keeps circling back to Jesus. It doesn’t try to be clever. It doesn’t try to explain why He’s worthy; it just asserts that He is. I keep thinking about the sheer stubbornness of that, refusing to let the day dictate the mood because the reality of who He is doesn't shift just because I’m having a rough go of it. I'm still trying to figure out if I actually believe that on the days where the darkness feels like it has the final say.