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 all right 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 the 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
There's not enough to take
So 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
Taht 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?