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"What Do I Know of Holy?"

There are those moments when God really puts us in our place.  They usually surround circumstances we cannot generally control.  I'm a little in shock right now, but I'll get over it quickly when I look to the mass of the ocean (being Him) and not the tiny island I've made for myself (my plans, times, strength, even my words).  Oh, this is a good view. 

 I've never feared God at all in comparison to what He is worthy of.  I thought I had Him and His ways all figured out.  

 "Guess again, Alicia."


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
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 "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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  1. AlètchaFebruary 18, 2013 at 1:08 AM

    P.S. Not my writing obviously..."What do I know of Holy" by Addison Road. Awesome song.

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