I made you promises a thousand times.

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?

Addison Road - "What Do I Know of Holy"

Take the time to read the words. I can't get it out of my head.