Such a long wait in the dark
Lamplight and love
Fuel for the fire of longing
For Him to arrive
How long?
Tired eyes anxiously looking
At how much oil is left
To keep the lamp lit
What is that sound?
A midnight cry:
'Here's the bridegroom!
Come out to meet him!'
At last to come in
But O what is that din?
The door is now shut
To those whose oil has run out
There is a day
There is an hour
So keep your lamp alive
Whilst waiting for Him to arrive
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