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 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 that I had figured You out;
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
how You were mighty to save--
but 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 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 what of 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 this love?
What do I know of You who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood but 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 Holy?
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