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