A glimpse of who You might be

What do I know of Holy? [Addison Road]

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 might 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 a God who gave life it's 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?

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?
Lord, what do I know? What do I know of Holy? What do I know of Holy? What do I know of Holy?