Here's a story of ten virgins
Who went out to meet the groom
Five of them were foolish
Though their beauty was in bloom
They took no oil with their lamps
To see them through the night
They thought they'd be alright and ready
The other five were very wise
And made provision for the night
They carried extra oil
And their lamps were burning bright
Then one by one they fell asleep
The Bridegroom had delayed
Then there came a messenger who said
He is coming, His waiting bride to take
He's coming, the choice is yours to make
Come and greet Him, He'll soon be at the gate
Will you meet Him before you realize that it's too late?
They all arose and trimmed their lamps
Knowing they would soon see Him
The foolish then discovered
That their lamps were growing dim
Share with us your oil
We've run out of our supply
Then the wise would
Answer them and cry
We're so sorry, there's not enough to take
We're sorry, the choice was yours to make
Now go hurry, He'll soon be at the gate
Now you worry, although you knew
That it was getting late
While they went to make the purchase
That was when the Bridegroom came
The ready ones went with Him
To the feast and wore His name
The others then returned and said
Lord let us come in too
But He answered, I do not know you
They were sorry, don't make the same mistake
So sorry, the choice is yours to make
Come and greet Him, He'll soon be at the gate
Will you meet Him before you've realized
That it's too late?

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