Joe Mettle - Boo No Ni Lyrics

Lyrics

I am who I am because of you

If it had been for you

Tell me where would i be

I was lost and sinking deep in sin

And you reached out hand and rescued me

No one else can do the things you do

There's no one else but you

Chorus:

Bo noo ni eee

No one else but you

Never thought that you could love someone like me

To give up your life for me

You even go on and call me your very own

I'm so grateful for your love ,your mercy and grace

No one can do the things you do for me

There's no one else but you

Bridge

Where would I be if not for your love

Your Love so amazing is better than life itself

I once was lost but now I am found

Father you found me

And I'm so glad you did

Tse aa tse moko be ni tamo

Bo noo nie Bo no nie

Tse aa tse moko be ni tamo

Bo noo nie Bo no nie

Moko moko moko moko

Be ni tamo bo

Bo noo nie Bo noo nie

Video

JOE METTLE- BO NOO NI FT LUIGI MACLEAN

Meaning & Inspiration

I’ve been stuck on that line, "I was lost and sinking deep in sin." It hits home because it doesn't try to dress it up. It just acknowledges that pit, you know? Like when the psalmist talks about being pulled out of the miry clay, it feels like that same kind of desperation. It’s hard to wrap my head around the idea that the Creator of everything would actually care enough to reach down into that mess. The song says, "You even go on and call me your very own," and it’s like, why? Scripture talks about us being adopted into a family we definitely didn't earn our way into, and that part about Him giving up His life—it just stops me in my tracks. It’s so simple, but the weight of it is heavy.

Then it says "your love is better than life itself," which is exactly what David wrote in the Psalms. I keep asking myself if I actually live like I believe that. If His love is truly better than breath in my lungs, why do I spend so much time running after everything else? It’s a bit convicting. The song is really just an endless loop of saying "there’s no one like You" in the Ga language, and it feels like that’s the only honest response to the cross. You start looking at the gospel and you realize you were wandering, totally aimless, and then suddenly you're found. I guess I’m still trying to figure out if I really grasp the cost of that rescue, or if I just like the feeling of being found. Sometimes I wonder if we sing about His grace so easily that we forget just how deep the water was before He pulled us out.