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 of Holy?
I feel like Job sometimes. Not because I’ve suffered like him. I clearly haven’t. But more like what he must have felt from his perspective, not knowing about the “wager” in heaven over his choice to serve God. Our shameless and evil enemy approached God and ask for permission to wreak havoc in the life of Job, the man who was “blameless and upright; [the one who] feared God and shunned evil.” God gave Satan the OK. We know the whole story. Job only knew part. He was only standing on the shore along the ocean of God’s plan.
Job didn’t understand. He was (understandably) disappointed with God. He had done everything the right way and God had seemingly let him down. He began to question his life and his undeserved circumstances. And then God began His lesson for Job with: Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or Who laid its cornerstone while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?
Like Job, I’m beginning to realize just how little I know … or maybe a better word would be consider. What do I really know of holy? As I peruse the two chapters in Job (Job 38-39), I have to tell myself something again. It’s not about me or that He should do things my way. I realize I have made God so small at times, as if He would or should work in the ways I think He should.
My Father has the whole world in His hands. And yet He knows when a sparrow falls to the ground. I sing Holy, Holy, Holy but do I grasp the greatness of that? of Him?
Thanks, LORD for what You reminded Job all those years ago. Thanks for the reminder in this song that I am just scratching the surface of Who You really are.
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?
The LORD gives. He takes away. Blessed be the name of the LORD.
He is holy. I will trust Him and His ways, for He also is good.
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Very interesting. I often often think of Job and his circumstances. I always remind myself that God gave everything thing back to him and twice as much as he had before. I too find God's holiness unfathomable.