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 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 cleary 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