Rick Lee JamesHealthcare Chaplain, Bon Secours Mercy Health · Husband, Dad, Hospital Chaplain, Recording Artist, Podcast Host, Loyola University IPS Graduate, Alpha Sigma Nu Member, and Recording Academy (GRAMMY®) member - Contributing musician on a Grammy-nomin

More Than The Watchman (Psalm 130)

30 Mar 2014 · 5 min

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The video presents a single‑speaker vocal rendition of a Christian worship song titled “More Than The Watchman,” which is lyrically based on Psalm 130. The speaker repeatedly expresses a deep, penitential cry from the depths, acknowledging personal sin and the impossibility of standing before a holy God without grace. Central to the piece is the metaphor of a watchman waiting for morning, used to illustrate the believer’s patient, sleepless vigil for God’s word, forgiveness, and restoration. Themes of repentance, trust in God’s promises, divine grace that is undeserved, and the desire to be wholly devoted (“wholly yours”) are woven throughout. The refrain emphasizes an unwavering, night‑long watchfulness until the soul is made whole, underscoring a personal commitment to waiting on God’s redemption.

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Out of the depths, Lord, hear my cry. I bow my head, swallow my pride. If you should keep a record of wrongs, Lord, who could stand? All hope would be gone. I wait for you. I trust in your word. You give us grace when none is deserve. So more than the watchman waits for the morning, so does my soul wait here for you, Lord. I don't want to move, I don't want to speak, not till I know I've heard from your word. I'll wait all night with eyes wide open, not gonna sleep till I am whole, till I Till I am whole, till I am whole, wholly yours. All of my life is held in your hands, unfailing love. Your love covers my sin. You will redeem, you will restore. Out of your grace, forgiveness is poured. I wait for you, I trust in your word. You give us grace when none is deserved. So more than the watchman waits for the morning, so does my soul wait here for you, Lord. I don't want to move, I don't want to speak, not till I know I've heard from your word. I'll wait all night with eyes wide open. I'm not gonna sleep till I am whole, till I am whole, till I am whole. Holy yours, holy yours. So more than the watchman waits for the morning, so does my soul wait here for you, Lord. I don't want to move, I don't want to speak, not till I know I've heard from your word. And I'll wait all night with eyes wide open, not gonna sleep till I am whole, till I am whole. Till I am whole, till I am whole, wholly yours.