Holy

I can’t comprehend Your infinitely beautiful and perfect love
Oh I’ve dreamed dreams of majesty as brilliant as a billion stars
But they’re never bright enough after all

You are Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy

I will sing a song for You my God with everything I have in me
But it’s never loud enough after all

You are Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy

Heaven and earth are full, full of Your glory, glory
My soul it overflows full of Your glory, Your glory
Oh blessed is He who reigns, full of Your glory, Your glory
My cup, it can’t contain all of Your glory, Your glory
Hosanna we are found after all You are

Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy

I can’t comprehend
Your infinitely beautiful…

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Strong ocean waves break against white sandy beaches far below the steep cliff on which you lay. Jesus is there too. The sun has just risen, and as you look out to the ocean stretching far into the distance, you see a strange rippling. As the waves break along the shore, people run out of the waves, headed straight for the kingdom down the beach. Nothing can stop them. Running fast and free in beautiful determination. Running as one. Running with purpose. Running to Him. As you watch them run towards the distant castle, your heart swells. These are God’s dear ones. These are His people and they are running home. You start to sing out to Jesus in praise, but your words stop short in your throat. Your song could never possibly be loud enough to praise Him for this glorious sight. One voice alone is nothing to match His glory. You would need–Your eyes turn towards the city. The words “You are-” croak out of your mouth and, as if on cue, voices from the city rise up to finish the line, “Holy.” Like an army of voices, the praise of the many has so much strength. The sound of it sends a chill down your spine, and your heart feels as though it may burst. With your eyes alight and tears welling up, it only takes one look at Jesus and you know what you have to do. In one motion you’re both up, running fast along the edge of the cliff that hangs over the shore. Still, without relenting, the waves pound on the sand below and a never-ending stream of people run towards the fortress. As you and Jesus reach the city, you can see that the people have gathered in the streets, lining it as they dance and sing and leap for Joy. At the sight of Jesus, they can’t help but catch their breath, the light in their eyes making everything glow. As one, you and Jesus look up the street towards the building at the end, high up in the city. The palace, the temple, the throne room of the Father. His children have come home. In unison, in a solemn step, you and Jesus start the climb, and it is no time at all until the rest have joined in beside and behind you. On all sides they are pressing in and their songs have begun again. “Hosanna we are found after all!” As their crescendo builds, your steps turn to a fast walk, then a run, then a sprint just like the one you saw in the people on the shore. The run that only comes from the anticipation of all being made right. The eagerness that what you have waited for this whole time is just up the street, just behind those doors. As they fly open, the songs silence themselves as you skid to a stop in the sight of His majesty. A faint whisper escapes your lips: “I can’t comprehend Your infinitely beautiful…” and at that moment the Father looks up with the biggest grin on His face and all His mighty love welling up in His eyes.
Soon.
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