Evelyn Wanjiru - No One Like You Lyrics
Lyrics
There's no one like You Jehovah
There's no one like You Jehovah
There's no one like You Jehovah
There's no one like You Jehovah
(You are Jehovah Rapha)
You are Jehovah, You are Jehovah
There is none like You
(You are Jehovah Shammah)
You are Jehovah, You are Jehovah
There is none like You
Hakuna wa kufanana na Yesu
(Hakuna wa kufanana naye)
Hakuna wa kufanana na Yesu
(Hakuna wa kufanana naye)
Hakuna wa kufanana na Yesu
(Hakuna wa kufanana naye)
(You are Jehovah Shammah)
You are Jehovah, You are Jehovah
There is none like You
There is no one like You
There is no one like You
Video
Evelyn Wanjiru - NO ONE LIKE YOU ( Live)
Meaning & Inspiration
I was sitting here with the rain hitting the window, just letting the words wash over, and it struck me how often I treat these names of God like they’re just theological labels. Evelyn Wanjiru singing "Jehovah Rapha" or "Jehovah Shammah" feels different than reading them in a commentary. It’s not about defining the terms. It’s about the repetition. Saying it over and over—that there’s no one like Him—it forces you to actually confront who you’re looking to when things go quiet or fall apart.
Sometimes the silence of God feels like a physical weight, and then you hear "Jehovah Shammah," the Lord who is there. It’s a strange thing to cling to. It doesn’t fix the mess in my living room or the anxiety that wakes me up at three in the morning, but there’s a stubbornness in the lyrics. They aren't asking for anything. They aren't trying to bargain. They are just stating a reality that feels disconnected from my current mood, yet I keep singing it. Maybe that’s the point. It feels less like a song and more like a tether.
I keep thinking about the phrase "Hakuna wa kufanana na Yesu." There is no one who compares to Him. I look at the things I usually chase to fill up that hollow space inside—the validation, the control, the need to have everything figured out—and they all feel so small when held up against that simple claim. It’s uncomfortable, honestly. If He really is the only one who matters, why do I spend so much of my life acting like He’s just a secondary option? I want to believe the music, but I’m still just a person trying to keep my head above water, wondering if He’s really there, or if I’m just shouting names into a room that only reflects my own voice back at me.