I've tried to hear from heaven, but I talk the whole time.
I think I made you too small.
I never fear you at all, no.
If you touched my face, would I know you?
Looked into your 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?
So 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.
So 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?
So 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 this love?
Take the time to read the words. I can't get it out of my head.
