Joan Wairimu - Pambazuka Na Yesu Lyrics
Lyrics
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
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.