What Do I Know of Holy?

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 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?

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I'm discovering I don't really know what it means to fear the Lord.

How do I let go of this world and all its logic, how do I stand in the confidence of my Savior, knowing beyond doubt that He will catch me when I fall? He's bigger than my understanding. His weakness, His foolishness, is stronger than my strength and wisdom. His ways are not my ways and His thoughts are not my thoughts. How can I cling to my little ambitions when I know His plans are good and perfect?!

No, I will delight myself in the Lord. He "is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us" Eph 3:20
Amen!