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