Powerful.

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?
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?


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?
- Addison Road