Oil of a Virgin
We are all likened to the five wise Virgins.
Precious oil fueling souls flame,
Should we ever fear of running out?
Vessels we are, to house his spirit.
Put there on the day we were saved
Fire and flame of heavenly origin,
Oil provided by Calvary.
You can fill your don’t let it run dry;
Don’t worry about darkness, for Jesus will be the Light.
Trim the wick often, a fresh lamp to shine bright;
You’ll not likely stumble, neither day nor at night.
Five more vessels were empty,
Begging for others to show them the way;
For their oil was gone, and the wicks were charred;
Too lazy to tend them, toward the close of the day.
Darkness upon them, and they could not see,
They were lost in the shadows,
Oh don’t let this be me!
I want to be chosen, and strong in the faith,
Not sidetracked by pleasures found in the way;
I’ve got just a little job to do, that is to pray;
To find some more oil, and to keep watch till the day;
When the son of man cometh, to take me away!
March 18, 1996
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