The holes in your hands are making me whole again
The scars in your feet are making me holy and free
There’s a fire in your eyes burning all my shame away
A kindness in your voice calling my name
You’re making me whole, you’re making me holy
You’re making me whole, you’re making me holy
You’re making me whole, you’re making me holy
Every missing piece, love will go and seek
Till every part of me is whole and holy
Holiness is more than perfection or control
It's a jealous burning love, it makes the broken whole
The fire in your eyes is now burning in my bones
The mercy in your smile is calling me home
Holy ground, holy ground
There’s no space between us now
What was lost has now been found
On holy ground, on holy ground
You do in me what I could never do
Making me holy just like you
Holy ground, holy ground
