Lord, burn it down

Naomi

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Lord, burn it down
Lord, burn it down

If it isn't you
Burn it down
If it steals your glory
Burn it down
Leave nothing standing
That you didn't build

I built an altar to approval
Called it purpose, called it passion
Every brick was made from pride, but I disguised it as compassion
Had a bible in my hands while I was building my own throne
Wanted everybody's eyes while saying: God and God alone

I memorized the words, but never let them cut me open
Sang about surrender while my hands were tightly closed in
I wanted resurrection without dying to myself
Wanted heaven on my lips while I kept worshipping my health
My comfort, my ambition, my position, my applause
Funny how the loudest idol usually sounds like us

Search every motive
Open every room
If there's anything
That competes with you

Burn it down
Every idol
Burn it down
Every title
Burn it down
Every kingdom
That I built without your name

Burn it down
Every secret
Burn it down
Every reason

Leave nothing standing
Till only Jesus
Remains

Don't spare my reputation if it keeps me from repentance
Don't protect my image if it builds another prison
Tear apart the version of myself that I've defended
If it doesn't look like Christ, then let its story finally end here

Put the cross where I put comfort
Put your will above my own
Teach me how to lose the things that never should have been my home
Let obedience be louder than the thousand lies I trust
If my heart is still divided, bring the holy fire, God

Take my future
Take my plans
Take my trophies
Take my hands
Take the dreams
I never gave

Nothing hidden
Nothing saved

Lord
Burn it
Burn it down
Burn it down

Till my pride
Becomes worship
Burn it down

Till my fear
Becomes faith
Burn it down

Till my name
Means nothing
And yours
Means everything

Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down

Until all they see
Is Christ