Mercy Chinwo - Amaram Onyewem Lyrics
Lyrics
Amaram Onyewem Obaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o
I've never seen the righteousness forsaken Nor His seeds beg bread o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
I've never seen the righteousness forsaken Nor His seed beg bread o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Amaram Onyewem I know the God that I serve He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Amaram Onyewem o Amaram Onyewem o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
What He says will surely come to pass All His promises are ye and amen He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem He never sleeps, He never slumber What He says will surely come to pass All His promises are ye and amen He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Oh... Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
And Lord we know who you are That God that constantly lead a shepherd boy Right from the bush to be crowned king That God who saw Daniel in the den of lions And preserved him from the marauding Teeth of the lion We know who you are The God that stopped death in its tracks Father, for the widow's son and never let the boy be buried We know who you are You called Yourself The Ever-present help in the time of trouble Storms may come Floods may come Troubles may come But we know who you are For we will lift up our eyes unto the hills For whence comest our help Our help cometh from You We know who you are You will never suffer our feet to be moved For He that keepeth Israel will not slumber He that keepeth Israel never sleeps We know who you are Lord, that is why we say It will not end in shame You never forget your own It will not end in pain You never forget your own We know you are coming through We know you're coming to roll away the shame We know who you are You never forget your own Lord, the Scripture says "Can a woman forget her suckling child?" Even if she forgets The Scriptures says "I, the Lord, will remmeber you Lord, you never forget your own Because of you, we are confident of this one thing That He, that has begun a good work in our lives Will complete it Lord, we know you're coming through Lord, we know you're faithful Lord, we know you will finish That which you have started It will not end the way the devil planned it It will not end in shame It will not end in distress You are all God by yourself And you said to the Church in Philadelphia "Even though you have a little strength You have kept my Word, I have set before you an open door" Lord, we know there is an open door for he that has no strength You are coming through You are coming through We cry out to Abba We cry out to Abba We cry out to Abba Abba! Abba! Abba! Abba! You will not forget your own We lift up our hands to you You will not forget your own Abba, we are still here Abba, we are in need of You Abba, we are calling out to You Never forget your own You will never forget your own!
Amaram Onyewem o Amaram Onyewem o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Though it may tarry But it will surely come to pass o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Though it may tarry But it will surely come to pass o He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
This is my confidence o Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
This is my confidence o Amaram Onyewem Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem He is a God who never forgets His own o Amaram Onyewem
Video
Mercy Chinwo - Amara Onyewem ft Pastor Jerry Eze (Live Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
Mercy Chinwo is singing about a God who doesn’t forget. Specifically, she repeats the phrase, "I’ve never seen the righteousness forsaken, nor His seed beg bread."
Let’s be real. If you’re sitting in a kitchen with a foreclosure notice on the table, or standing at a graveside where the wind is howling and the dirt is hitting the casket, that line feels like a jagged pill. When you’ve lost your job and your savings are draining, you aren't feeling righteous; you’re feeling terrified. You look at the "seeds" around you—your kids, your mortgage, your responsibilities—and the promise that they’ll never beg for bread feels less like a comfort and more like an indictment. Is it my fault if they go hungry? Does that mean I’m not righteous enough?
That’s the danger of "Cheap Grace." We sing these anthems in high-energy settings, surrounded by people who are doing just fine, and we assume the lyrics are a physical law, like gravity. But the Bible is messy. David, who wrote the Psalm Chinwo is nodding to, also spent a lot of time hiding in caves, wondering why his enemies were winning. He wasn't exactly living a life of predictable comfort.
Then there’s the line: "It will not end in shame."
I want to believe that. I really do. But I look at the world—at good people who die in hospital beds, at the faithful who lose their minds to dementia, at the "righteous" who suffer public humiliation through no fault of their own—and I have to ask: does "not ending in shame" mean a happy ending on this side of the dirt? If my story ends in a terminal diagnosis, is that shame? If I lose everything, is that God forgetting me?
Chinwo’s performance is fueled by a ferocious, rhythmic certainty. It’s a drumbeat of "I know who I serve." But standing in the back of the room, arms crossed, I’m not looking for a drumbeat; I’m looking for an anchor. I appreciate the nod to Isaiah 49—that image of the mother who might forget her nursing child, but God won't. That’s a heavy, beautiful metaphor. It acknowledges that human love, even the strongest kind, can fail. It admits that we can be forgotten by the people who are supposed to hold us.
The song tries to bridge the gap between that devastating reality and a triumphant conclusion. It insists that even if things tarry, they come to pass. That word—"tarry"—is the honest part. It admits the delay. It admits the silence.
I’m not sure I’m ready to shout "Abba!" with the same confidence she does when the silence in my own life feels like it’s screaming back at me. But I’ll admit, there is something brave about singing "He never forgets" when your own memory of God’s goodness is currently clouded by the fog of a bad year. Maybe the reflection isn't about the certainty of the outcome, but the audacity of holding onto the hope that you haven't been abandoned, even when the evidence suggests otherwise.