Holy, Holy God Almighty.

 Holy, Holy, God Almighty

Holy— the word that splits the atmosphere,

When seraphim before Your throne draw near,

With wings that veil their faces from the blaze

Of endless,self-existent, perfect days.

Holy—the essence of Your throne’s domain,

Where righteousness and purity maintain

An everlasting,undiminished flame,

That knows no shadow,change, or lesser name.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory. (Isaiah 6:3)

God Almighty— source of uncreated might,

Who spoke the galaxies from formless night,

Who holds the oceans in the hollow of His hand,

And by whose wise decree the seasons stand.

Yet in this strength,a holy gentleness

That bears the broken,hears the poor’s distress,

And draws the humble to Your heart to rest—

In holy power,You are holy-best.

What can this mean for dust? That I might see

A fraction of this holiness in me?

Not by my own,but by the cleansing flood

That issues from the side of holy God.

His Spirit makes this heart His sacred place,

To know the holy wonder of His grace.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,’ who was, and is, and is to come.” (Revelation 4:8)

So let my spirit join the age-long cry

That rises from the earth and sweeps the sky.

Let every thought and act begin to be

A mirrored fragment of Your purity.

For You alone are holy,Lord of all—

Before Your majesty,my pride must fall.

Holy, Holy, God Almighty—be

The only song my soul sings,eternally.

Amen.