Wholly Yours

I am full of (Csus2)earth,

You are heaven's worth.

(G)I am stained with dirt, (Csus2)prone to depravity.

(G)And You are ev'rything (Csus2)that is bright and (G)clean.

The antonym of (Csus2)me,

You are (G)divinity.

But a (C)certain sign of (G)grace is this:

From the (C)broken (G)earth flowers come up,

(D)pushing thru the dirt and You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

All heaven (G)cries, (C)"Holy,

(G)holy (D)God."

Oh, You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

I want to (G)be (C)holy (G)like You (D)are.

(G)You are ev'rything (Csus2)that is bright and clean,

(G)and You're covering (Csus2)me with Your majesty.

(G)And the (C)truest sign of (G)grace was this:

From (C)wounded hands (G)redemption fell down,

(D)liberating man.

And You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

All heaven (G)cries, (C)"Holy,

(G)holy (D)God."

Oh You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

I want to (G)be (C)holy (G)like You (D)are.

(F)But the harder I (C)try, the more clearly can (G)I feel the depth of our fall (D)and the weight of it all.

(C)And so this might could be the most impossible thing:

Your grandness in me,

(D)making me clean.

(G)Glory, (D)hallelujah!

(C)Glory, (G)glory, (D)hallelujah!

You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

All heaven (G)cries, (C)"Holy,

(G)holy (D)God."

Oh, You are (C)holy,

(G)holy, (D)holy.

I want to (G)be (C)holy,