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 Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Everybody's worshipping something Whose? Whose? Whose? Whose?