Let There Be Nothing

Turn my heart into a stone, let me sink
 I've turned my suffering into a cause for hate
 By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
 You cannot force my love
 I'll hold onto my pain
 The power to choose who lives and who will die is not my right
 In doing so I kick the Lord off His seat of rightful judgment over man
 God knows I've tried to fight off sinful thoughts
 The crown you wear
 It burns your hair and sears your skin
 You cry aloud, "Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
 As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
 They've torn out my guts and held me down to bleed
 But that left me empty and open to the light
 Forgive me now, I trust Your providence
 Meanwhile, Photius was captured and tortured
 The empress restored my godson to my wife
 What can I do? The emperor's against me
 Grant me only the power to change my perspective
 The crown you wear
 It digs into your precious flesh
 You cry aloud, "Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
 Father, designer, instiller of fear
 Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
 No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
 Writhing in agony in his own filth
 Father, commander, a shepherd of men
 I could not go down this dread path of sin
 Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
 Flush out the swamp of filth in your own heart
 Ever marching on
 I feel...