Laodicea

To know who you are
You need to know what you’re for,
To know who you are you for,
To Know your heart from roof to floor,
By Spending time alone, and whats more
To ask your friends what they’re for,
And ask why you go through doors
That end you up in those stores
Where you buy from condors
Who sell the goods to those hordes
Who are doing all of their chores
So they can store their own hoards
And lock them up in their boards.
Do they seek the gold that’s the Lords?
Or seek him deep in their Core?
Or think of Him as Bore?
Did you know that you’re poor
And cannot see the true core,
Because you have no algor,
And completely lack the ardor.
Look up, he stands at the door
Waiting there to restore
Your sight, your life, your honor.
Let him in, he’ll come near.
There is to reason to fear.
If you overcome here,
As he sits with his father
You’ll sit with him on his chair.
So let myself be quite clear,
These words are from the ruler
Of all of life on the earth,
And I say to ears that can hear,
Hear.