Neither cold nor burning, Laodicea drifted warm and unaware. Rich in its own confession, poor and blind before the faithful Witness. Gold refined by fire waits where worldly treasure cannot heal. White cloth covers naked shame, and eyesalve opens sight. At the Door He Knocks Hear what the Spirit says unto the churches. Return, repent, endure, and overcome. The promise waits for every faithful ear. Love is speaking through the rebuke; zeal and true repentance answer. Outside the guarded doorway, Christ is standing as he knocks. The searching flame reveals the hidden heart. The faithful hold what heaven has entrusted. Whoever hears and opens finds a table set for fellowship. The overcomer shares the throne through victory already won. At the Door He Knocks Hear what the Spirit says unto the churches. Return, repent, endure, and overcome. The promise waits for every faithful ear. At the Door He Knocks