Holy

I have been listening to the radio (on our wonderful Bose!) more lately, especially when I'm in the kitchen doing dishes or cooking, and this afternoon I heard a song that spoke to my heart about the recent ponderings on wishing I could better grasp God.

I made You promises a thousand times.
I tried to hear from Heaven
but I talked the whole time.
I think I made You too small.
I never feared You at all, no.
If You touched my face, would I know You?
Looked into my eyes, could I behold You?

What do I know of You Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood but on the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know?
What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought I had figured You out.
I knew all the stories, and I learned to tlak about
how You were "mighty to save".
Those were only empty words on a page.
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be.
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees.

What do I know of You Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood but on the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know?
What do I know of Holy?

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life its name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name on earth and heaven above.
What do I know of Holy?
      ~ Addison Road, "What Do I Know of Holy"

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