Revelation 3 | (Faith that Burns)

🔥Full Revelation Album Releases February 6!🔥 This is the third track of a 7-song album titled "Throne and Kingdom: Revelation 1-7," covering the book of Revelation from a partial-preterist postmillential interpretation. The scholarly source material for this project was largely based on Dr. Phillip Kayser's sermon series. You can learn more about his Revelation Project series at the link below. Phillip Kayser's Revelation Project 👉 https://biblicalblueprints.com/lp/dangerous ----------------------------------- Follow on Social Media ➡️X: https://x.com/ReformedRap ➡️Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReformedRap/ ----------------------------------- 🎧Streaming Options🎧 Spotify → https://open.spotify.com/artist/16nzYmnDybx74bijgsoMdC Apple music → https://music.apple.com/us/artist/reformed-and-dangerous/1842713775 Amazon Music → https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0FSWZ9JVJ/reformed-and-dangerous ----------------------------------- Lyrics Before the throne. Before the seals. Before the trumpets shake the world. He speaks again to His Church. Not to frighten her —to wake her up. [Verse 1] To the church Sardis, pulse weak, your fame loud but hollow, Reputation skyscraper, foundation shallow. Eyes wide but sleepwalking through your own mission, Works on display, but love lost its ignition. Garments thin, seams split, threads of devotion, Faith alive in name, dead in emotion. Walls built high, but they don’t guard the soul, Zeal without love is a fire that won’t console. [Verse 2] And Philadelphia, your hands weak, iron-clad in spirit, Doors open wide, you walk through — they can’t hear it. Held the Word, bore the Name through slander and pain, Faith like pillars, unshaken, breaking chains. Few chosen, yet you shine like gold in the night, Crown awaits the faithful, pure hearts in sight. Hold fast, persevere, the hour draws near, Your testimony’s a trumpet that calls heaven here. I don’t want warm, I don’t want safe, I don’t want comfort dressed up as faith. If I burn, then let it be, Better fire than apathy. Light me up — don’t let me fade, There’s no half-alive or half-saved. [Verse 3] Laodicea, blind eyes, rich but poor inside, Comfort’s a coffin, pride’s a masquerade you hide. I know your deeds, you’re neither cold nor hot. Deaf to the truth, I’m bout to spit you out. You’re wretched, pitiful, poor, naked, blind. In desperate need of clean garments and gold refined. Those I love, I rebuke. So Repent from your sin. Standing outside your door knocking. Open the door and let me in. Burn away what makes me numb Every false peace I’ve become If Your fire is what I need Then take the throne, not just the seat This Word is for us, to take and obey. Your sovereign plan on full display. I don’t want warm, I don’t want safe, I don’t want comfort dressed up as faith. If I burn, then let it be, Better fire than apathy. Light me up — don’t let me fade, There’s no half-alive or half-saved.