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
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
Yours

I am full of earth and dirt and You

Written by David Crowder ©2005 worshiptogether.com Songs / sixsteps Music (ASCAP) Admin by EMI CMG Publishing

Behind the Song:
'My mom is our biggest fan. Seriously. She drives radio stations crazy. I have told her not to call them but she doesn’t listen to me. She’s, “my mom,” she reminds me. She will call them and tell them how fabulous her son is and that they should play my music. All the time. I’m certain she would not be happy until every station played us exclusively and so she will forever continue to call. She also has lots of ideas for songs. She sends them in the mail. She sends them in emails. She tells me over the phone. I have told her this is kind of like me having some good ideas for child placement. She is a social worker. I know nothing about child placement. I mean I’m a fan of it. But I explain to her that she would not genuinely regard my input as beneficial in the placement of a child in a proper environment and thus to feel no ill toward me if I don’t write a song every time she calls or emails. My catalogue would be immense if I did. But about two years ago my mom sent a letter. It contained thoughts and prayers that she had written down one morning during her devotions. It all centered around the idea that God calls us to be holy as He is Holy and then tells us it’s impossible. This dichotic suggestion troubled her, as well it should, and a phrase that one of her friends mentioned came to mind. “Wholly Yours.” The solution is a simple one. Covered by grace we, being in Christ, are holy as He is Holy, and thus the only hope we have for holiness is to bring the whole of our lives under the coverings of Christ. To be wholly under Christ’s rule and reign is to be found holy, as Christ is Holy. I thought this was one of the most brilliant things I’d ever heard. And it was so much like a good country and western song that I actually laughed outloud. And so, like any good country song, the punch line comes at the end with such a simple turn of phrase that is the difference between life and death, decay and newness, winter and springtime.' - David Crowder