Words and Music by
David Crowder
I am full of earth.You are heaven’s worth.
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity.
You are ev’rything 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 pushing through the dirt.
And You are holy, holy, holy.
All heaven cries, “Holy, holy God.”
Oh You are holy, holy, holy, I want to be holy like You are.
You are ev’rything that is bright and clean,
And You’re covering me with Your majesty.
And the truest sign of grace was this:
That from wounded hand’s redemption fell down, liberating man.
And You are holy, holy, holy.
All heaven cries, “Holy, holy God.”
Oh 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.”
And You are holy, holy, holy, I want to be holy, holy God.
So here I am, all of me.
Finally ev’rything. Wholly, wholly wholly, I am wholly wholly wholly I am wholly wholly wholly Yours.
I am wholly Yours.
I am full of earth and dirt and You.
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