- flowers come up -

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 a 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 wanna be holy like You are

- lovely flower pictures from my wonderful Erica and song from the fantastic David Crowder Band. Listen here -