秋風

When the music fades,
all is stripped 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,
all about You Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it.
When it’s all about You,
all about You, Jesus.


King of endless worth,
no one could express,
how much You deserve.

Though I’m weak and 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,
all about You Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it.
When it’s all about You,
all about You, Jesus.

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You,
all about You Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it.
When it’s all about You,
all about You, Jesus.

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You,
all about You Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it.
When it’s all about You,
all about You, Jesus.