Wholly Yours
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Lyrics
Written by David Crowder ©2005 worshiptogether.com Songs / sixsteps Music (ASCAP) Admin by EMI CMG Publishing. I am full of earth. You are heaven’s worth. I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity. You are everything that is bright and clean, The antonym of me. You are divinity. But a certain sign of grace is this: From the broken earth flowers come up Pushing through the dirt. You are holy, holy, holy. All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”. You are holy, holy, holy. I want to be holy like You are. You are everything that is bright and clean. And You’re covering me with Your majesty. And the truest sign of grace was this: From wounded hands redemption fell down, Liberating man. But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel The depth of our fall and the weight of it all. And so this might could be the most impossible thing: Your grandness in me making me clean. Glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. So here I am, all of me. Finally everything. Wholly, wholly, wholly -- I am wholly, wholly -- I am wholly, wholly, wholly... Yours I am full of earth and dirt and You |
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'my mom is our biggest fan. seriously. she drives radio stations crazy. i have told her not to call them but she doesn’t listen to me. she’s, “my mom,” she reminds me. she will call them and tell them how fabulous her son is and that they should play my music. all the time. i’m certain she would not be happy until every station played us exclusively and so she will forever continue to call. she also has lots of ideas for songs. she sends them in the mail. she sends them in emails. she tells me over the phone. i have told her this is kind of like me having some good ideas for child placement. she is a social worker. i know nothing about child placement. i mean i’m a fan of it. but i explain to her that she would not genuinely regard my input as beneficial in the placement of a child in a proper environment and thus to feel no ill toward me if i don’t write a song every time she calls or emails. my catalogue would be immense if i did. but about two years ago my mom sent a letter. it contained thoughts and prayers that she had written down one morning during her devotions. it all centered around the idea that god calls us to be holy as he is holy and then tells us it’s impossible. this dichotic suggestion troubled her, as well it should, and a phrase that one of her friends mentioned came to mind “wholly yours”. the solution is a simple one. covered by grace we, being in christ, are holy as he is holy, and thus the only hope we have for holiness is to bring the whole of our lives under the coverings of christ. to be wholly under christ’s rule and reign is to be found holy as christ is holy. i thought this was one of the most brilliant things ever. and it was so much like a good country and western song(2) that i actually laughed out loud. and so, like any good country song(3), the punch line comes at the end with such a simple turn of phrase that is the difference between life and death, decay and newness, winter and springtime.'
(2)talk about dichotic suggestions.
(3)ibid(2)
from http://www.davidcrowderband.com/band/crowder/acollision.php
'my mom is our biggest fan. seriously. she drives radio stations crazy. i have told her not to call them but she doesn’t listen to me. she’s, “my mom,” she reminds me. she will call them and tell them how fabulous her son is and that they should play my music. all the time. i’m certain she would not be happy until every station played us exclusively and so she will forever continue to call. she also has lots of ideas for songs. she sends them in the mail. she sends them in emails. she tells me over the phone. i have told her this is kind of like me having some good ideas for child placement. she is a social worker. i know nothing about child placement. i mean i’m a fan of it. but i explain to her that she would not genuinely regard my input as beneficial in the placement of a child in a proper environment and thus to feel no ill toward me if i don’t write a song every time she calls or emails. my catalogue would be immense if i did. but about two years ago my mom sent a letter. it contained thoughts and prayers that she had written down one morning during her devotions. it all centered around the idea that god calls us to be holy as he is holy and then tells us it’s impossible. this dichotic suggestion troubled her, as well it should, and a phrase that one of her friends mentioned came to mind “wholly yours”. the solution is a simple one. covered by grace we, being in christ, are holy as he is holy, and thus the only hope we have for holiness is to bring the whole of our lives under the coverings of christ. to be wholly under christ’s rule and reign is to be found holy as christ is holy. i thought this was one of the most brilliant things ever. and it was so much like a good country and western song(2) that i actually laughed out loud. and so, like any good country song(3), the punch line comes at the end with such a simple turn of phrase that is the difference between life and death, decay and newness, winter and springtime.'
(2)talk about dichotic suggestions.
(3)ibid(2)