When the music fades, and all is stripped away, and I simple come....I'll bring you more than a song, for a song in itself is not what you have desired....
You look much deeper within, through the way things appear....
Your looking into my heart.
I'm coming back to the heart of worship, when it's all about you, Jesus....
I'm sorry, Lord, for the things I make it....
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