Looks More Like a Puma

i made You promises a thousand times
i try to hear from heaven, but i talk the whole time
i think i made You too small
i never feared You at all

if You touch 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 might to save
but 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 (play)
addison road