I am full of earth.
You are heaven's worth.
I am stained with dirt,
Prone to depravity
You are everything
That is bright and clean
The antonym for me
You are divinity
But a certain sign of grace is this:
From the broken earth
Flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt
You are holy, holy, holy.
All heaven cries, "Holy, holy God."
You are holy, holy, holy.
I want to be holy like You are.
You are everything
That is bright and clean
And You're covering me
With Your majesty
And the truest sign of grace was this:
From wounded hands
Redemption fell down
Liberating man
But the harder I try
The more clearly can I
Feel the depth of our fall
And the weight of it all.
And so this might could be
The most impossible thing:
Your grandness in me making me clean.
Glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
You are holy, holy, holy.
All heaven cries, "Holy, holy God."
You are holy, holy, holy.
I want to be holy like You are.
So here I am, all of me.
Finally everything.
Wholly, wholly, wholly -
I am wholly, wholly, wholly -
I am wholly, wholly, wholly Yours.
Here I am, everything
Finally, all of me
I am full of earth and dirt and You.
