Song That Never Gets Old By The Emerging Sound
blog from jennie lee riddle
One day — in a heartbeat, in the twinkling of an eye — we’re going to be changed. We’ll finally be like Him.
Like Him.
And yet… God stays God.
The exact same God who’s always been. Unchanged. Unchanging.
And at the very same moment — impossibly, gloriously — still so much bigger than we can ever wrap our minds around.
Endless.
No edges.
Infinite in every direction.
Even then — even when we’re finally home, finally like Him — there will still be more of Him to discover. Always more.
You could run upward forever, climbing higher and higher, and never once reach the top of Him.
You could plunge down into the deepest darkness and never find a floor.
You could spread your arms across every galaxy, every wonder, every corner of reality… and still never touch where He stops.
He never runs out.
Which means forever we get to keep finding new in Him.
And every single time we step into a fresh discovery — every new glimpse — we’ll gasp and say, “Wait… He’s even more Himself than I ever knew or thought possible!”
More good. More kind.
More tender. More fiercely loving.
More merciful than we could ever dare to hope.
Forever He will stand blazing against everything that isn’t Him although we will be beckoned to know Him, and more, and more and more of Him...
And because of that contrast — because of who He is — forever and ever the cry will keep rising:
Holy.
Holy.
Holy.
Constant new mind-blowing revelation of purely Him.
He will be right in front of our eyes.
Again.
And again.
And again. So close and easy to know and so unfathomably immense.
Each time we see more of Him we’re floored all over — stunned, undone, laughing and crying at the same time because
*that’s just who He is.*
Stunningly. Jaw-droppingly. Holy.
Holy means set apart.
Utterly different.
Belonging to no category we already know.
Pure in a way nothing else is pure.
The Hebrew word — qadosh — carries this electric sense of being separated, marked out, belonging wholly to God, morally and spiritually spotless.
The Greek — hagios — says the same thing with a different accent: consecrated, devoted to the divine, untouched by anything common or unclean.
But when the word gets used about God Himself?
It explodes past every other usage.
He’s not just morally good (though He is).
He is other.
Completely, radically, unapproachably other than anything created.
Perfectly pure.
Perfectly good.
Perfectly true.
Perfectly just.
Perfectly love.
Nothing — nothing — in all of creation can stand next to Him and be compared.
That’s why heaven doesn’t just say “holy.”
They don’t whisper it once.
They don’t even shout it twice.
They say it three times.
Holy, holy, holy.
In Hebrew that tripled word is the loudest, brightest, most ultimate thing their language knows how to say.
No “very.” No “extremely.” No “infinitely” needed.
Just repeat it.
Repeat it again.
The third time is the knockout punch — it means this is the absolute maximum.
So “holy, holy, holy” isn’t three different holies.
It’s one holiness pushed to infinity.
God is infinitely set apart.
*Infinitely* pure.
*Infinitely* Himself.
No shadow in Him.
No lie near Him.
No trace of “less” anywhere in Him.
And when people in Scripture actually meet that holiness?
Same response every time:
Awe that knocks the breath out.
Trembling that won’t stop.
Wonder that never gets old.
Because this isn’t just a moral quality on a list.
This is the white-hot, blazing reality of who God is.
Isaiah saw it.
The angels couldn’t hold it in:
“Qadosh, qadosh, qadosh is the LORD of hosts.”
Same word.
Three times.
Identical.
Full blast.
Revelation echoes it across centuries:
“Hagios, hagios, hagios, Lord God Almighty…”
Same tripled shout.
Same breathless intensity.
Same ancient Hebrew heartbeat pulsing through the Greek.
And here’s the part that still undoes me every time I think about it:
Nowhere else in the whole Bible does God get any other attribute tripled like that.
Never “love, love, love.”
Never “mercy, mercy, mercy.”
Never “power, power, power.”
Only holy.
Holy.
Holy.
Why?
Because holiness isn’t one attribute among many.
It’s the atmosphere everything else about Him lives inside.
His love is holy love.
His justice is holy justice.
His mercy is holy mercy.
Holiness is the very center.
The core fire.
Everything true about Him flows out of that blazing “otherness.”
And one last quiet, beautiful thing the Hebrews understood:
When you say something three times, you’re not just turning up the volume.
You’re saying,
“This is true forever.
This has always been true.
This will never not be true.”
So when the creatures around the throne keep crying “holy, holy, holy,” they’re not just praising.
They’re declaring.
They’re anchoring reality itself:
He has always been this holy.
He is this holy right now.
He will be this holy — exactly this holy — ten thousand ages from now.
And somehow, impossibly, there will still be more of that holiness to discover.
Now and forever.
Holy, holy, holy.
We will forever be singing the song that will never get old.
song that never gets old LYRICS
Verse 1
Who else but you could invite to the table?
Who else could open and close every door?
Who else but you could assemble the family?
Who else but you knows what you made us for? (Sing, "Holy")
Chorus 1
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lord.
Verse 2
Tell me again how the stars sang together
When you taught creation the very first song
Teach us the lyric, Revealer of Mysteries
Could it be the one that was sung all along?
Chorus 2
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lord. (Sing, "Holy, Lord!")
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lord.
Verse 3
How long, oh Lord, must we wait till we see You?
The time and the place You reserved long ago
Whether today or tomorrow, You’ll find us
Watching and waiting to be gathered home
(Oh, we'll be singing the song!)
Tag 1
We'll be singing the song that will never get old!
Chorus 3
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lord
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lord.
Tag 2
Hm, Oh, yes You are!
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm
Oh, sing it again! Oh now!
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm
Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm
Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm
Song CREDITS:
WRITERS:
Cliff Preston
Jennie Lee Riddle
Jeremiah Coyne
Logan Bennett
Brooke Coyne
Produced by Jubilee Music Co
MIXED BY Keith Harris
MASTERED BY joe causey at voyager mastering
Executive Producer, A&R: Jennie Lee Riddle
label: people & songs
artist: The emerging sound
The Emerging Sound Art Department:
Gareth MacMillan
William Read
Jennie Lee Riddle
THe Emerging Sound Bio
The Emerging Sound is a 501(c)(3) creative ministry devoted to building the Kingdom of God through faith-driven creativity, community, and commerce. Its mission is to equip, support, and mobilize people, songs, and organizations that carry the Gospel into the world. Through mentorship, collaboration, education, charitable initiatives, and marketplace ministries—and through gatherings such as camps, retreats, conferences, sabbaticals, and internships—The Emerging Sound helps raise up creatives and leaders who strengthen the Church and serve the world with the message of Jesus.
© 2025 Touched by a Fire Music (ASCAP) / New Hope Road Music (ASCAP) / Jennie Lee Riddle Music (BMI) (All divisions of New Nation Music Publishing) All Rights Reserved. CCLI# 7279139. For licensing requests, please visit Music Services.
