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 heard you at all, no.

If you touched my face, would I know you?

Looked into my eyes, would 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?

So, 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,

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?

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 whom 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?

So, what do I know? What do I know of holy?

~Allison Rogers & Jennifer Simmons

Recorded by Addison Road