Chris Tomlin - We Fall Down - We Cry Holy is The Lamb Lyrics
Lyrics
We fall down
We lay our crowns
At the feet of Jesus
The greatness of
Mercy and love
At the feet of Jesus
We cry holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
Is the lamb
We fall down
We lay our crowns
At the feet of Jesus
The greatness of
Mercy and love
At the feet of Jesus
We cry holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
Is the lamb
My Jesus, I love you
I know thou are mine
To thee all the follies of sin I resent
My gracious redeemer
My savior, art thou
If ever I'll love you
My Jesus tis now
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Chris Tomlin - We Fall Down (Lyrics)
Meaning & Inspiration
It’s one of those songs that feels almost too quiet until you actually stop to think about what the words are doing. We fall down, we lay our crowns. That’s the imagery from Revelation, right? Those twenty-four elders just letting go of whatever authority they thought they had because standing in front of the Lamb changes everything. It’s heavy, honestly. You realize that "laying down crowns" isn't just some nice poetic line; it’s a total surrender of yourself, of your own pride or whatever you’ve built up. If God is who Scripture says He is—the one sitting on the throne—then the only posture that makes sense is being down on the ground.
And then there's that cry of "holy, holy, holy." It’s direct from Isaiah, where he sees the Lord and realizes he’s a man of unclean lips. It’s not just a song; it’s that same recognition of absolute perfection crashing into our mess. But I find myself wrestling with the transition in the song. We’re shouting about His holiness, which is so far above us, and then it shifts to this intimate, almost sweet admission of "my Jesus, I love you." Is that allowed? To go from the terrifying holiness of the Lamb to feeling like He’s mine, personally? I suppose that’s the tension of the gospel—that the one who is objectively, infinitely holy is also the one who took on the "follies of sin." I’m not sure I always reconcile those two things well. It feels like a massive leap to go from falling flat on my face in awe to claiming Him as my own, but maybe that’s the point. If He wasn't both, I’d be terrified to even look up, wouldn't I? It just leaves me wondering if I’m actually living like those crowns are on the floor, or if I’m still trying to hold onto them while I sing.