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 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... 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. And I am full of earth and dirt and You. Here I am, everything.اسمع يا رب إلى صلاتي Nå vil jeg prise Jesus نور من نور Allahım, mən Sənlə olmaq istərəm Хаста дюштюм бу йерде جاي باتقدم yạ sydy ạljmyl Я знаю Vicino a Lui Si tan solo tocare el borde de su manto
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