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 [bad word] up pushing through the dirt
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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 [bad word] sign of grace was this
From wounded hands redemption fell down, liberating man
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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
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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 wholly Yours