Wholly Yours [B Variant]
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 for 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
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, Yours
Here I am, everything
Finally, all of me
I am full of earth and dirt and You
Autor(es): David Crowder
