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