Youths For Christ - Isingelikuwa ni Wewe Lyrics

I’m still on the road with this truth, not at the destination yet—but I see the direction more clearly now.

That part about the wovu—the evil—after mentioning the son feels like a jagged rock in my shoe. Most people just hum along to the rhythm and miss how it says the sacrifice is the reason the evil even got into the equation. It is a strange way to weigh the debt. Like counting the coins while the house is already burning down. I keep looking at the word 'Asante' tucked in between the heavy theological mechanics. It feels small. Almost too small for the weight of a life being pulled from the fire. Why be grateful for the rescue when the rescue implies the disaster was necessary? It makes my head ache. I stare at the lines and see a trap door. Maybe there is no getting out of this loop.

The blood on the floor is the only thing keeping the ceiling from collapsing on my head.