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?
[What do I know of Holy? - Addison Road]