"What Do I Know of Holy?"

Dear God,

“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. 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? 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 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? What do I know?

What do I know of Holy? What do I know of Holy? What do I know of Holy?”

Humbly,
Me

“What Do I Know of Holy?”- Addison Road