Among the candlesticks, He stands
in sacerdotal dignity,
and holds, in nail imprinted hands
the key to all eternity
We do not sense His presence, for
in comfort and complacency,
sit, naked, lukewarm, wretched, poor
and blinded, by prosperity
We miss, the tragic paradox,
when gathered 'in His name', within
for there, without, He stands and knocks
whilst we refuse, to let Him in!
Ancient of everlasting days,
anoint our eyes, revive our zeal
with fiery, penetrating gaze
the thoughts of every heart, reveal
Repent, be cleansed, from every sin
as hallowed vessels, set apart,
oh let revival start, within
our poor, Laodicean hearts
Then shall our faith, withstand the fire
when clothed in spotless, purity
and every holy heart's desire?
'Come in and sup, my Lord, with me'
To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.
He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.
Revelation 1:18/3:21-22 KJV
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