Oh how little I grasp Your holiness
Oh how small the gifts I offer
In the presence of Your fear
It’s holy ground
It’s holy ground

Moses and the burning bush
Struck by his smallness
At the fire of Your might
But You want us to carry
To carry that fire
You ask us to carry Your fire

Rise up in me
When I feel weak
When I forget You
And see only me
Rise up in me

And help me to see
Your fire burning
In the people I meet every day
Give me eyes
To recognize
Your fire burning
At work on earth
Your power real
And on display