I am full of earth You are heavenâs 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 a 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 wanna be holy like You are
You are everything that is bright and clean
And Youâre 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 wholly I am wholly wholly wholly Yours