Rebekah Dawn - Kutembea Nawe Lyrics
Lyrics
Nikipoteza njia
Kwa safari nimechagua
Nisipokuwa na nguvu
Niite niite
Niongoze kwa neema
Nifunze kwa upole wako
Hata nikikukosea
Nisaidie Nisaidie
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Niongoze Niongoze
Sielewi njia hii
Ndo maana nakuhitaji
Nakutegemea wewe
Enda nami, enda nami
Nashindwa kukupa yote
Hata hivyo nitaamini
Kwani najua mwisho eeh
Kuna raha, kuna raha
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Niongoze Niongoze
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Natamani kutembea nawe
Niongoze Niongoze
Video
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Meaning & Inspiration
Sometimes I just sit there and listen to Rebekah Dawn, and it hits me how honest it is to admit you don't actually know where you're going. That part where she says she’s lost, and it’s like—yeah, I get that. You pick a path, you think it’s the right one, and then you’re just tired. My own strength runs out so fast. It's funny how we try to hold it all together until we just have to say, "Help me." That’s the only way, isn't it? Just being real about the fact that I’m stumbling. Like, she’s asking to be taught with gentleness, which is such a relief because usually, I’m just waiting for someone to be frustrated with my mistakes. But there’s a quietness in "Nifunze kwa upole wako." It changes the whole vibe of just wanting to walk with Him.
I keep thinking about the line where she admits she can't give everything. I feel that in my bones. There’s always that part of me that’s holding back, or maybe I’m just not capable of offering my whole heart even when I want to. But she says she’ll believe anyway, because there’s a hope waiting at the end. It’s like that Psalm, you know, where even though the way is dark, you just keep walking because you know who’s holding your hand. "Sielewi njia hii" is such an honest prayer. It’s okay not to understand the map. I think I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out the route instead of just focusing on the walking.
If I'm being honest, most of my days are just me saying, "Lead me, lead me," because if I look at the road, I get dizzy. I’m not really good at this trusting thing. It’s messy. Sometimes I feel like I’m failing at the very thing I’m asking for, just stumbling over my own feet, but then I remember that the walking isn't about my ability to stay on track. It’s about not letting go. Even when I’m not giving all of myself, He’s still there. That’s the part that keeps me up at night—how He keeps pace with me even when I’m dragging my heels. I don't know what tomorrow looks like, and frankly, I'm starting to be okay with that.