| At the center of my heart there sits a throne
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| That the rightful occupant’s not always
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| Free to call His own
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| For how can I give the King
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| His place of worth above all else
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| When I spend my time striving
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| To place the crown upon myself?
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| Battle cry, to engage
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| For the war, set the stage
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| And armies march and kings arise
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| For the choice, the time has come
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| Mine or thy will be done?
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| And the pain reflects in holy eyes
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| For the will to obey
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| For the night to the day
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| And the seasons change and rulers die
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| Not of flesh, not of men
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| Wage the war deep within
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| On and on it rages undenied
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| I TAKE MY CROWN AND CAST IT DOWN
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| LEARN TO GROW, GROW TO BE
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| A FLESH AND BLOOD THEOCRACY
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| TO TAKE THE LOSS AND BEAR THE CROSS
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| BURN AWAY ALL I’VE BEEN
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| TO RESURRECT THEOCRACY WITHIN
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| And the would-be rulers of my heart
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| That I place upon the throne
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| Each lead the kingdom of my life to ruin
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| To bring every thought into submission
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| To tear the idols down
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| Is to break the chains, to rearrange
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| To give the King his crown
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| Battle cry, to engage
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| For the war, set the stage
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| And armies march and kings arise
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| For the choice, the time has come
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| Mine or thy will be done?
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| And the pain reflects in holy eyes
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| For the will to obey
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| For the night to the day
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| And the seasons change and rulers die
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| Not of flesh, not of men
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| Wage the war deep within
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| On and on it rages undenied
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| I TAKE MY CROWN AND CAST IT DOWN
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| LEARN TO GROW, GROW TO BE
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| A FLESH AND BLOOD THEOCRACY
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| TO TAKE THE LOSS AND BEAR THE CROSS
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| BURN AWAY ALL I’VE BEEN
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| TO RESURRECT THEOCRACY WITHIN
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| Father, use me to be your hands down here
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| A mirror to reflect your glory into hurting eyes
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| And let me see the world with vision clear
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| And not through selfishness and lies
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| For if I am consumed with my own cares
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| What right have I to speak the words
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| Thy Kingdom Come?
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| And if I am consumed with my own will
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| What right to pray Thy Will Be Done?
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| As all round me I see bleeding souls
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| Please give me strength to never pass them idly by
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| And as the angry storm clouds start to roll
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| May they see comfort in my eyes
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| For just as you are full of mercy and love
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| The same to others you have called me to be
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| And by the covenant of grace above and below
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| Within our souls: theocracy
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| I TAKE MY CROWN AND CAST IT DOWN
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| LEARN TO GROW, GROW TO BE
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| A FLESH AND BLOOD THEOCRACY
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| TO TAKE THE LOSS AND BEAR THE CROSS
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
|
| BURN AWAY ALL I’VE BEEN
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| TO RESURRECT THEOCRACY WITHIN
|
| I TAKE MY CROWN AND CAST IT DOWN
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| CASTLES BURNING
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| LEARN TO GROW, GROW TO BE
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| A FLESH AND BLOOD THEOCRACY
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| TO TAKE THE LOSS AND BEAR THE CROSS
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM
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| RAISE THE KINGDOM |