Poetry by Sean Morris (Elder)
"Our Lamps Are Gone Out!"
"Give us of your oil; for our Lamps are gone out!” – Matthew 25:8
Hearken ye saints, dressed in white, as priests you need “oil for the light” (Ex. 25:6).
Fill up your lamps, dress them right…you will need them at midnight!
Suddenly awake, hearing “the Cry”, you will be oil-filled to alertness and ready to wait.
Made ready, by light awake, you will be welcomed when you stand before the King’s Gate.
But others with you, hearing “the Cry”, will be encumbered with foolishness…not knowing why.
These are the virgins, destined to die, who awoke in a flurry to answer “the Cry”.
Running to the wise, shouting, “Our lamps are gone out!” – and by the wise, denied!
Oh my soul! They have no oil, no light in their eyes! They left off preparations until the hour was too nigh!
"Give us of your oil; for our Lamps are gone out!” – Matthew 25:8
Hearken ye saints, dressed in white, as priests you need “oil for the light” (Ex. 25:6).
Fill up your lamps, dress them right…you will need them at midnight!
Suddenly awake, hearing “the Cry”, you will be oil-filled to alertness and ready to wait.
Made ready, by light awake, you will be welcomed when you stand before the King’s Gate.
But others with you, hearing “the Cry”, will be encumbered with foolishness…not knowing why.
These are the virgins, destined to die, who awoke in a flurry to answer “the Cry”.
Running to the wise, shouting, “Our lamps are gone out!” – and by the wise, denied!
Oh my soul! They have no oil, no light in their eyes! They left off preparations until the hour was too nigh!