From Wounded Hands Redemption Fell Down, Liberating Man

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
An antonym for me
You are Divinity
But a certain sign of grace is this
From a 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

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, Hallelujah 
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries holy, holy, God
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy like You are

So, here I am...all of me 
Finally, everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly Your's


Here I am, everything

Finally, all of me

I am full of earth and dirt 

and You