When my father used to pray,
He'd use many words to sayNames for God
And I didn't understand
The reason he'd use ten or twenty names
To direct his prayer
I didn't realize
It was his shorthand
But now I'm older,
Now I know;
Now I do it too.
For if I said everything
There wouldn't be enough
Time to talk to you
So I say, "Mighty One"
Thinking of how you stopped the sun
To give your people time
To win the day
I cry, "Holy Lord"
Thinking of Isaiah
How he confessed
Our unworthiness
As he stood in Your presence
(chorus:)
And You are Holy
You are Mighty
You are so much more than I could ever be
You are Holy
You are Mighty
Yet You came down to earth
To save a wretch like me
So when I say, "Abba"
I'm thinking of the Father
Who threw down his work
And came running
When He saw His child's face
When I cry, "Creator"
Thinking of how You call the stars by name
How You spoke the world into existence
Yet You breathed Your life in me
You are Mighty
You are so much more than I could ever be
You are Holy
You are Mighty
Yet You came down to earth
To save a wretch like me
And I cry "Savior"
Thinking of a bloody hillTopped by willing sacrifice
Who suffered it all for me
(chorus 2:)
You are Holy
You are Mighty
And it's Your love that always overwhelms me
For You are Holy
You are Mighty
Yet You stood in my place,
Suffered and died for me
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