Whose adoration are we seeking?
Whose applause are we reaping?
If an audience of One is just too small
For our attention, not worth a mention
Then the truth is we're not worshipping at all
The truth is we're not worshipping at all
Whose heart do we burn for?
Whose presence do we yearn for?
Any other than the King above all Kings
Is just an altar made to praise dead things
Whose?
Whose?
Whose?
Whose?
Whose satisfaction do we desire?
Whose glory takes us higher?
Do we live our lives the same when we're alone
Do we praise Your Mighty Name without the show