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 of 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

So here I am, all of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly

I am wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
Yours


I am full of earth and dirt and You