What Do I Know

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 No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

(CHORUS)
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

(CHORUS)
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?

(CHORUS 2)
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?

(CHORUS)
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?
What do I know of Holy?

Artist: Addison Road

Album: Addison Road

Songwriters: Allison L Rogers, Jennifer Ann Simmons

Friday morning I left for work. I knew there was a chance of slippery spots, so I went slow. But unbeknownst to me, I would have to cross a stretch of road that was covered in black ice as far as the eye could see. As I slid toward the guardrail and the ravine filled with rocks and trees, I thought about how it might feel, how much it might hurt. I kissed the rail with the rim of my front wheel and slid toward the ditch on the other side of the road, full of large rocks. Now I thought about my car. And about stopping.

Thanks to the large rocks that took the tire right off the rim, I did stop. The ice continued far beyond my resting place. I promptly turned off the engine, and literally saw the handwritten figures in my notebook, telling me how many dollars left I had to pay on my car, and how long that would be, and what kind of car would I even be able to find on short notice? I reached for my cell-phone, and suddenly. . .this happened for a reason.

I am not going to pretend that it took me less than 5 hours to stop shaking. I won’t deny that that thoughts of my car, the repair bill or the replacement, the remaining debt and the crunching, jolting, grinding noise as I used a bunch of boulders to stop my uncontrolled descent continued to play through my mind.

But underneath it all, I was happy.

God was out of the box.

Not that I was every really keeping Him there, or even intended to put Him there. But when everything seems to be going according to plan, to my expectations. . .somehow God is marginalized. It’s not a happy place, but somehow it is easier to accidentally put Him in a box than it is to deliberately draw Him out.

Sliding around like a hockey puck was NOT in my plans. God is here. I have no idea what He’s doing or why, but His very presence is a comfort.

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