Joan Wairimu - Pambazuka Na Yesu Lyrics

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Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu


Tazama dada, ndege wa angani

hapandi wala kulima 

Tazama ndugu, ndege wa angani

hapandi wala kulima

Lakini huwala na kunywa

kwa kuwa yuajuwa siri

Lakini huwala na kunywa

kwa kuwa yuajuwa siri 


Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu


Mbona wapanda, walima 

Tena walala na njaa 

Mbona wapanda, walima 

tena walala na njaa

Na wewe ni wa maana

kuliko ndege wa angani

Gundua siri ya ndege

pambazuka na Yesu


Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu

Pambazuka na Yesu


Tega masikio, nikuelezee

Siri ya ndege mwenzangu 

sikiliza, nikuelezee 

siri ya ndege mwenzangu 

Asubuhi na mapema

Yuwa msifu bwana

kabla ya kula na kunywa

kabla ya kazi yeyote


Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 


Asubuhi na mapema 

kabla ya kazi yeyote 

piga magoti, inua mikono

losa sauti yako 

sifu bwana asubuhi 

amka mbele ya ndege 

Sifu bwana asubuhi 

kwa kuwa wewe wa muhimu 


Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Pambazuka na Yesu 

Video

Pambazuka Na Yesu by Pastor Joan Wairimu

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Meaning & Inspiration

I keep thinking about the way this song pulls that bit from the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus talks about the birds of the air. It’s funny, because when I read those verses in Matthew, they’re usually meant to quiet down all my frantic worrying about how I’m going to make ends meet. But hearing it here, it’s like the song is pointing to something else—not just that God feeds us, but that the birds have this specific rhythm of waking up and praising Him before they even go look for food. It makes me stop and wonder if I’ve got the whole sequence backwards.

I’m usually out the door, head already spinning with the day's tasks, trying to fix everything myself before I even acknowledge the One who keeps the world spinning. The lyrics urge me to get up before the birds do, to just drop to my knees and lift my hands, like making that vertical connection is the only thing that actually settles the horizontal mess of my life. It hits me because it’s not really about the birds at all; it’s about where my focus goes the second my eyes open.

There’s a tension there, though. I find myself chewing on whether it’s possible to turn this into just another rule I have to follow—like if I don’t pray the exact right way at the exact right time, I’m failing. Is it really about the timing, or is it about trust? The Scripture is clear that we are worth more than the birds, and that’s a heavy, beautiful weight to carry, but sometimes I worry that I use these words to bargain with God, like if I "pay" my praise early, He owes me a day without any hunger or struggle. It’s a strange thing, hoping for provision by way of praise, and I’m still trying to figure out if my heart is actually resting in His care or if I’m just trying to make sure I’ve checked the box so I don't have to be afraid.

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