Knowing God
Batzz in the Belfry Lyrics


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Come close my son
Heaven is beckoning
And I'm yearning to be found
Where I'm supposed to be

There's a moment's wake
It changes everything
It's not for me to take
But begin a journey of
Knowing God

My heart, my soul
Nothing compares to this
A tortured crimson brow
From blows that were meant for me

There's a moment's wake
It changes everything
It's not for me to take




But begin a journey of
Knowing God

Overall Meaning

In "Knowing God," Batzz in the Belfry presents us with an introspective and contemplative exploration of spirituality and the search for meaning. The lyrics invite the listener to come closer and enter a journey towards understanding the divine, with the symbolic representation of heaven beckoning and a longing to be found where one is supposed to be. The song highlights the importance of a moment's wake, a sudden realization or awakening which changes everything and sets one on a path towards a greater understanding of themselves and the world.


The song's reference to a "tortured crimson brow" alludes to the crucifixion of Jesus, suggesting that the journey of knowing God is one that requires sacrifice and suffering. However, the lyrics also suggest that this journey is ultimately rewarding, as nothing compares to the fulfillment and enlightenment that comes with knowing God. In summary, "Knowing God" is an introspective and reflective call to embark on a profound spiritual journey towards self-awareness and enlightenment.


Line by Line Meaning

Come close my son
Approach me, my child


Heaven is beckoning
The afterlife is calling


And I'm yearning to be found
I am eager to be discovered


Where I'm supposed to be
In the place I belong


There's a moment's wake
A brief period of time has consequences


It changes everything
It alters the course of events


It's not for me to take
I cannot claim it for myself


But begin a journey of
Rather, this event signifies the start of a voyage to


Knowing God
Discovering the divine


My heart, my soul
The very essence of my being


Nothing compares to this
There is nothing equal or superior to this


A tortured crimson brow
A wounded head colored red


From blows that were meant for me
Received from strikes that were intended for me




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