Don Moen - Hallelujah Lyrics

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Don Moen’s track "God and God Alone" sits comfortably in the pews, familiar and predictable. Yet, staring at the page, one phrase snagged my attention like a loose thread on a wool sweater: “A million miles above the sky.”

It is a curious measurement. Literally, it is nonsense. The sky isn't a solid ceiling, and a million miles is a mere hop in the scale of the cosmos. If we treat this as poetry, the math feels intentionally small—perhaps even defensive. It sounds like an attempt to anchor the Infinite to a place we can point to with a finger. We love to talk about God being "up there," tucked away in the clouds, safely distanced from the grit of our Monday mornings.

But there is a sharp tension here. If God is truly only a million miles away, He is dangerously reachable. He is distant enough to be grand, but close enough to be inconvenient. Isaiah 57:15 pulls in the other direction: "I live in a high and holy place, but also with the one who is contrite and lowly in spirit."

When we sing about the throne being "a million miles above," are we trying to keep Him at bay? We categorize Him as a celestial dignitary residing in a realm we cannot visit. Yet, the song immediately pivots to: “Come and dwell among your people.”

If He is already a million miles away, does He need an invitation to dwell here? The lyrics seem to be fighting a tug-of-war between the God who sits on a throne and the God who sits at our kitchen table.

I find myself bothered by the word "dwell." It implies a long-term lease. It suggests unpacking bags. It’s a messy proposition for a Being who is supposedly "a million miles above." If you invite someone to move in, you lose the safety of the distance. You lose the ability to point to the sky and say, "He is over there."

Is this a revelation of intimacy or just a habit of religious speech? When Moen writes of "glory filling the temple," he’s invoking a terrifying history—the Shekinah glory that made priests collapse in the Old Testament. We treat "glory" as a warm, fuzzy feeling in a worship service, but in the original context, it was an overwhelming, dangerous presence.

Maybe the "million miles" is our psychological buffer. We want a God who is exalted and "highly lifted up" because a God who is close requires a level of holiness that ruins our comfort. We sing "Worthy" repeatedly, like a mantra to convince ourselves, or perhaps to keep the boundary intact.

I’m left wondering if we ever actually want Him to come down from that million-mile height, or if we prefer the safety of the distance, singing to a God we’ve carefully placed just out of reach.