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 your covering me with Your majesty
And the truest sign of grace was this:
From wounded hands redemption fell down
Liberating man
You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God.”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy like you are
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, hal-le-lu-jah
Glory, Glory, hal-le-lu-jah
So here I am
All of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly…..Yours
I am full of earth and dirt and You
~ David Crowder, Wholly Yours