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