What Do I Know

There are moments when I'm just hit square in the face with the reality of a God who is so much bigger, so much greater than I could ever give Him credit for. It sounds obvious, but I'm always having to ask myself: do I really consider Him this way? My mind isn't even fit to comprehend all He is. And yet how often I approach Him as though He surely sees and understands everything as I do, as though His thoughts and His ways are just like mine, when really as the Word tells us they are as high as the heavens are above the earth (Isa. 55:8-9) Again, unfathomable.

Truly I desire to live in a constant, never-ending state of wonder and awe of Him whom, despite my best efforts, I can't contain, whom I can't begin to fathom, of whom I've only had but the slightest glimpse. What do I know? Sometimes I think I know more than I really do and try to put stock in my own wisdom. The truth? It's meaningless. Man's wisdom is foolishness in the sight of God (1 Cor. 3:19). It's the times when I come to God and forget everything I think I know that He breaks through and absolutely rocks my world.

This is one of those songs that searches out my heart, convicts me, grounds me and brings me back to that place of humility, of pure amazement at my God. And then comes the even more awesome revelation: as far beyond my being and my understanding this unspeakably great, glorious and powerful God is, as high as He is above me and above all things, my Creator and my Father is as near to me as breathing, His very Spirit lives in me, His extravagant love He has freely poured out on me, and He has made me to know Him, to glorify Him and to be with Him, now and forever. So who can say anything more in light of this mystery beyond mysteries? What do we know of His holiness? In the here and now we are only scratching the surface, and even that is enough to completely overwhelm us. Words will fail you and you'll fall to your knees as you stop and consider His wonders. (Ecc. 5:7; Job 37:14)

I've 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, no
If You touched my face, would I know You?
Looked into Your 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
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


So 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?


--Addison Road