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 full of earth and dirt and You
We have a lot to think about Thanksgiving Day as we gather around the table with our loved ones. This Thanksgiving let’s look at five worship songs that remind us of all we are grateful for this year.