Tag: David Crowder Band

I had never heard of the David Crowder Band before last Sunday while listening to the New Beginnings show with — pastor — Greg Laurie. But apparently they are a big enough name to tout for the recent Harvest Crusade in Anaheim. The band’s website indicates that this appearance may be notable because their performance will be free of charge.

Because the only radio music I listen to is a streaming audio recording of Rob da Bank’s weekly show on BBC 1, I don’t get around much Christian musically speaking. Nor am I, truth be told, much of a fan of Christian rock or pop. I prefer secular up tempo to holy syncopation.

Listening to a few of the songs at the David Crowder Band’s Myspace page has not changed my prejudice against sacred rock. Perhaps more objectionable are the band’s lyrics. Do people actually listen to this? Do they really want this music and text in worship?

Here, apparently, are the lyrics to one of the band’s popular songs:

How He Loves

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way:

He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

Well, I thought about You the day Stephen died,
And You met me between my breaking.
I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony.
…They want to tell me You’re cruel,
But if Stephen could sing, he’d say it’s not true, cause…

Cause He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

Woe indeed.