I Stand By The Door — Selah Sound Collective (Rev.3:14-22)

Lyrics I Stand At The Door She walks the aisle where candles die, A chapel cold beneath the sky. Her prayers are cloth, but stitched with gold, Not fire — just something bought and sold. She moves in grace, but grace is gone, She hums the hymns, forgets the song. A bride in name, a heart unsure — The veil is silk, but not so pure. She holds the mirror — sees no flame. She speaks My name… not quite the same. You are neither cold nor fire, Not storm, not ice, not heart, not choir. But lukewarm love I can’t defend — So I stand outside, Like a long-lost friend. Yes, I stand outside, At the end. Come now, buy the gold that burns — Not what rusts or never learns. Take the robe to hide your shame, Wash your eyes — recall My name. You say you’re rich — but you are bare. You say you see — but nothing’s there. You fill your cup with painted wine, But thirst returns… every time. You’ve counted gain and missed the door. I’m still here… and nothing more. You are neither cold nor fire, Not storm, not ice, not heart, not choir. But lukewarm love I can’t defend — So I stand outside, Like a long-lost friend. Yes, I stand outside, At the end. If she opens… I’ll come in. If she listens… we begin. If she loves Me… she will burn, Like morning light the shadows learn. Let her hear — The voice she used to yearn. You were neither cold nor fire, But I set your heart on higher. Now you burn like holy choir — For I stood outside, And you opened wide. Yes, I stood outside… Now I live inside. To she who overcomes… I will give the Morning Sun.