Now I want to say, holy is your name
If this world is simply a dull reflection of something far more primal,
something far more refined and beautiful...
If all of what I am seeing and tasting and breathing in is like a reflection in a mirror dim...
If those moments of surging joy and heart-popping awe I am given to experience are but precursors of what is to come,
I await Him, and all that He is,
With my heart in my throat and my hands outstretched.
Yes, they are shaking and scarred, but oh, dear Lord, outstretched they are.
something far more refined and beautiful...
If all of what I am seeing and tasting and breathing in is like a reflection in a mirror dim...
If those moments of surging joy and heart-popping awe I am given to experience are but precursors of what is to come,
I await Him, and all that He is,
With my heart in my throat and my hands outstretched.
Yes, they are shaking and scarred, but oh, dear Lord, outstretched they are.