Neema Gospel Choir - Hakuna Gumu Lyrics
Lyrics
Here are the Swahili lyrics to the song "Hakuna Gumu" by Neema Gospel Choir:
(Chorus) Hakuna gumu kwa Yesu (There is nothing difficult for Jesus) Hakuna gumu kwa Yesu (There is nothing difficult for Jesus) Msalabani, alimaliza (On the cross, He finished it all) Yote, hakuna gumu kwa Yesu (Everything, there is nothing difficult for Jesus)
(Verse 1) Ile laana ilosababishwa na Adamu wa kwanza Adamu wa pili alimaliza msalabani Yale magonjwa yalosababishwa na Adamu wa kwanza Yule wa pili aliyamaliza msalabani
(Verse 2) Yale mashaka yalosababishwa na Adamu wa kwanza Adamu wa pili aliyamaliza msalabani Ile laana ya Adamu wa kwanza Yesu mwenyewe aliyamaliza msalabani
(Verse 3) Kama vile Musa alivyo inua nyoka wa shaba Ndivyo Yesu ameinuliwa msalabani Amwaminie asipotee awe na uzima wa milele, uzima tele wa milele
(Bridge) Mifupa mikavu inatua Magonjwa yanapona Kitabu cha maisha kinaandikwa Kwako Yesu, hakuna gumu
(Ending) Yesu tunakupenda Yesu tunakushukuru Baba tunakupenda Yesu tunakushukuru
Video
Neema Gospel Choir - Hakuna Gumu (Live Music Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
The Neema Gospel Choir puts a lot of weight on the phrase “Hakuna gumu kwa Yesu”—nothing is difficult for Jesus. They sing it with a brightness that feels like a Tuesday morning in a sanctuary packed with light. But I’m listening to this from the back of the room, and my mind keeps drifting to the stuff that actually feels impossible.
When the choir belts out that the “second Adam” finished everything on the cross, they’re leaning hard on Romans 5, where Paul maps out how Christ corrects the wreckage left by the first Adam. It’s a clean, theological equation. The curse is gone, the sickness is handled, the debt is settled. On paper, it works. But when you’re staring at a termination letter on your kitchen table or sitting in a funeral home choosing a casket, the theology feels like it’s floating a few inches above the floor.
Is it really "not difficult" for God to look at a life that’s been systematically dismantled by bad luck or bad decisions? When the choir sings about “mifupa mikavu”—dry bones—rising up, they’re pulling from Ezekiel 37. I remember that vision. It wasn't a sudden pop of life; it was a clattering, rattling, slow-motion reconstruction. There was a lot of noise before there was any breath.
That’s where this song makes me bristle. There’s a risk of turning "nothing is difficult" into Cheap Grace. If we claim everything is already resolved by the cross, we sometimes use that to skip past the agony of the wait. We use these lyrics to pretend that the "dry bones" stage isn't actually painful. It’s easy to sing about the cross finishing it all when the bills are paid and the test results are negative. It’s a hell of a lot harder when the silence in your house is the only thing responding to your prayers.
I keep coming back to the line: “Yale mashaka yalosababishwa na Adamu wa kwanza”—the doubts caused by the first Adam. We carry those doubts like an inheritance. We doubt because we see the world falling apart. Jesus might have handled the ultimate, cosmic consequence of that doubt at Calvary, but he left us here to walk through the wreckage.
I want to believe the Neema Gospel Choir. I want to believe that the complexity of my life isn't a challenge for Him. But when I’m sitting in the dark, I don’t need a greeting card chorus telling me it’s easy. I need to know if the God who finished it on the cross has the stomach to sit with me while I’m still living through the "unfinished" parts of my own history. Maybe it’s not that it isn't difficult—maybe it’s just that He’s the only one who doesn't look away when things get hard. That’s a thinner, colder comfort than the choir is selling, but it’s the only one I can hold onto.