It is so easy to get caught up in the things of this world,
Whether cares or concerns, or fear of the disasters that are
Happening. News media, shocking and alarming. Self love,
Complacency, and pride in appearance. Forgetting the important
things, to watch and pray!
The night had been long, dreams of
Memories, awakening with alarm.
A voice faintly whispering,
“I am too tired” then turning to the other
Side, back into slumber.
The lamp slowly burning, filling the
Room with darkness.
The first sound of the morning, the
Radio is frightening, incredibly
Sad, but that is in another country,
Nothing here could ever happen
With the last cup of coffee, slipping
Dressing in my finest attire, with
Shoes of the latest style, my hair
Neatly done and curled, I am a fashionable
Statement to present to the world.
But one thing I forgot to do, I forgot to pray!
The enemy knew that and jumped right
In, placing me in a familiar place when
I forget to pray!
There is a story told long ago in an
Ancient land, of a village set on a hill
The sun was setting and the shadows
Gathering, and light streaming
From the windows of a house full of
Ten young virgins are sewing their gowns
Of silk and lace. There is excitement in
The air as people wait for a marriage
Procession to take place.
A bride is waiting for her groom!
The night is far spent, and weary of the
Wait they all fell asleep. At midnight there is heard
A cry. Waking abruptly, smoothing
Their gowns and plating their hair, they rush
Out the door, following close behind.
Their lamps trimmed and burning, five
Were wise and five were foolish, they all
Had oil in their lamps, but as the night
Wore on, their oil ran out. Five had
Brought extra but five did not.
Running to the wise,
“Give us of your oil” but the wise replied,
“We have not enough to share”
“Go to the village and buy some there
That you may enter into the marriage
The five returned with oil in their lamps
But the five wise had already gone into
the banquet hall and the door was shut
The five were left in darkness
The message is given –
‘Watch and pray
With your lamps trimmed and burning
For you know not the hour the Bridegroom
Will come to take home His Bride!”
Parable of ‘The Ten Virgins’
Told in the Book Of Matthew