Although these words are often sung with a sense of triumph, I found that I was singing them from a place of frailty and weakness...but singing them nonetheless.
lyrics
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
Holy, holy holy is the Lord,
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth!
Flamed beings surrounding
Offering their praise;
Glory and smoke confound me,
It’s such a sweet embrace;
Such a sweet embrace of me.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth!
My eyes have seen such glory,
By ears have heard such praise.
So kiss these pierced lips of mine and
Burn me deeper than the stain;
Kiss me ember of that Flame.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
Gorgeous fingerstyle guitar playing from this Portland, Oregon musician that captures the spirit of American Primitive in dazzling detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2021