When the music fades, and all is striped away, and I simply come, longing just to bring something that's of worth that will bless Your heart. I'll bring You more than a song for a song in itself is not what You have required. You search much deeper within through the way things appear. You're looking into my heart
I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus. I'm sorry, Lord, for the things I've made it, when it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus.
King of endless worth, no one could express how much You deserve. Though I'm weak and I'm poor, all I have is Yours, every single breath. I'll bring You more than a song for a song in itself is not what You have required. You search much deeper within through the way things appear. You're looking into my heart.
I'm coming back to the heart of worship and it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus. I'm sorry, Lord, for the things I've made it, when it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus.
I'm coming back to the heart of worship and it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus. I'm sorry, Lord, for the things I've made it, when it's all about You; it's all about You, when it's all about You; it's all about You, Jesus.