I cry Holy! Holy!

 I Cry Holy, Holy

A Reflection on Isaiah 6:3 and Revelation 4:8

I cry holy, holy—with the seraphim above,

With the angels and the elders, with the saints I’ve grown to love.

Not a whisper, not a mumble, but a shout from deepest soul,

For the Lord Almighty reigns, and His glory makes me whole.

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

Holy—set apart, a flame that never dims,

The brightness of His purity, the song the seraphim sings.

I cry it in the morning, when the sun begins to climb.

I cry it in the evening, redeeming all my time.

I cry holy for the Father, the source of every good.

I cry holy for the Son, the Lamb who shed His blood.

I cry holy for the Spirit, the fire within my chest.

Three in One, the Triune God, in whom my soul finds rest.

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

My voice is small, my flesh is weak, but heaven hears my cry.

The angels pause to listen as my human worship flies.

Not because I’m worthy, but because His grace has made

A way for even me to join the chorus unafraid.

So I cry holy, holy—let the earth stand still.

Let every heart that hears me know the beauty of His will.

I cry holy—not with perfect lips, but with a grateful heart.

And the Lord, the Holy One, accepts my humble art.

Amen.