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There is Only One by Brandon Hampton

"What do the Elders see that makes them all fall down?  What do the Angels see that makes them cry 'Holy!'?  We have to know!"


 
I've heard people preach and talk about how we need to see who God is to be able to worship Him.  To be able to live lives that could possibly please and glorify Him, we have to know that He is worthy.  Truth!  But it didn't really hit home until recently.  I heard this song that has the above lyrics.  It's called "There is Only One."

No matter how much I think I've seen or know, I want to always remember that I NEED to know what they see.

Even if I'm not feeling it.  Even when I feel like I'm overwhelmed by it and can't take anymore. 
It's a humbling question, almost rhetorical in that instead of a solid answer, it requests a revelation.  It reasons that the Angels and Elders see something that I don't see in this moment and asks for the pleasure of seeing what they see. 
It displays a big amount of faith because it says, "even though I don't know what they see, I trust what you say when you tell me that they are continually bowing down and crying 'Holy!'". 
And it builds off of the premise that the Angels and Elders aren't stupid and just bowing down to some weak, powerless idol.  There is a good reason that the Elders are continually falling before God and the Angels are always crying out "Holy! Holy! Holy!" and I need to know what it is.

And once I am blessed with the knowledge of what they see, I want to be able to comprehend it.
"How can I comprehend a beauty that has no end?  You beckon us to come and see.  You have made a way!" 
Not only is there something amazing about Him, but He has (and is making) a way for us to come and see AND comprehend it!  This excites me. 
It excites me that I will spend forever seeing the brilliance of His beauty without anything in the way, hindering my understanding of it.  I'm excited to finally be able to take it all in.  Because everything that He is, I was made to worship. 
It is the ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction when we finally step into what we were made to do.  That is, join the Elders and the Angels and fall before Him and cry "Holy!"  Because He is.

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