I made You promises a thousand times. I tried to hear from Heaven, but I talked the whole time. I think I've 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 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 whom the angels praise? All creation knows Your name on Earth and Heaven above. What do I know of this love?
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