Scripture: Isaiah 6:3
Song: The Glory Song by Dunsin Oyekan
“And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.”
Some sounds do not come from music but from revelation.
Isaiah was opportune to see the throne, and lo, his ears were opened. He heard sounds around the throne where one cried to another. This sound was not an arranged worship; the song raised was not to fill silence. It was the sound of beings standing near the glory of God, close enough to behold Him, yet covered enough to know they could not treat Him flippantly. They were near, but they were not familiar; they had access, but they did not become careless.
Then the cry came, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of His glory.”
Isaiah was not hearing superficial worship; he was witnessing heaven’s response to the One seated on the throne. The beings around Him had seen what no human language could fully carry, yet even in their nearness, they covered themselves. Their cry was not noise, it was the overflow of awe before purity, power, and splendour beyond description.
They cried, “Holy, holy, holy,” because one declaration could not hold the weight of what they beheld. That repetition was not emptiness; it was the stretching of worship before a God who cannot be exhausted. Every cry rose from sight, and every answer carried the confession that He is unlike all that exists.
Then their worship widened beyond the throne room: “The whole earth is full of His glory.” The glory they saw before the throne was not confined there. It had filled creation with evidence of Him. The earth we walk on, the breath we receive, the mercy that preserves us, and the order that holds life together all carry traces of the God heaven cannot stop worshipping.
If heaven sees His holiness and earth carries His glory, then our coldness is a sign that our sight has grown dull. We have become too familiar with the mention of God while strangers to the weight of who He is. We must stop waiting to feel the need or be in the mood of worship before we bow. We must stop treating reverence as an option for special moments. The Lord is not holy only when the song feels good; He is holy when our hearts are feeling weary, holy when our minds are distracted, holy when life is tiring, and holy when no one is watching.
If the beings around the throne are still chanting, then we have no right to be silent in careless familiarity. We were created to join that cry and not watch from a distance or admire worship as though it belongs only to heaven. The same God before whom they cry is the God who calls our hearts, our homes, our words, and our lives into reverence.
Prayer:
Lord, bring my heart back to reverence. Let “holy” become more than a word I say, let it become the truth that governs how I worship, how I speak, and how I live. Remove every careless handling of Your presence. Amen.
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