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!

 So here I am, all of me

 Finally everything

 Wholly, wholly, wholly

 I am wholly, wholly

 Yours

 I am full of earth and dirt and You

David Crowder, “Wholly Yours”

I used to listen to this on my earphones over and over as I walked the streets of our city overseas.