Wholly yours

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 

I am full of earth and dirt and You