Text:
Walking in certain forests, in the quiet,
we don’t speak,
or we feel a deep-down grounding, when our road wraps mountain
peaks.
And it’s as if our spirits lift through dawns or Milky Way,
and Earth’s wild motions we pick up in ocean’s bass-drum waves.
Don’t these feel like holy places? Awesome. Beautiful. Intense.
Thank you, God, how they remind us of the power you possess!
God, besides amazing places, humbler places did become
marked with names or weighty stones there, to point up what you
have done.
The “Holy Land” holds settings, too, of your Son’s miracles:
small towns or homes or nowhere— He fed thousands on a hill.
Thank you for these holy places, even those not clearly known.
Thank you, God, how they remind us of the presence you have
shown.
Bridge: “Do I not fill Heav’n and Earth?” you said, and Christ
affirmed the same
when he promised he’s among just two or three met in his name.
Holy places, then, are kitchens,
bedsides, desks, and who can tell….
We’ll count gardens, yards, and churches, open countryside as
well.
‘Don’t need cell phone signals— God, it’s prayers you’re always
taking in,
while Spirit’s setting out your Word, with whispers or like
wind.
Thank you for all holy places, faraway or
fully near.
Thank you, God, how they remind us, anywhere, that you are here.
This is a song for general use, reminding us of God's power and presence. It can be especially appropriate during summer months, when many people seek our Earth's amazing places through parks or travel.
Musical Details:
This version is for worship team
instruments, although the musical approach is a bit
different.
If you have an extra, very capable guitar
player (and possibly a "soundman"), we love bringing in some
guitar picking to increase the energy in certain spots,
replacing the conga. Listen here.
For our solo version, using just one
guitar, click here.
As with all our songs, the lyrics may be
reprinted in bulletins or on screens.
