what do I know of You?

I didn't write this, but it feels like I did.

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?