Oil Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Some treat the Lord with no respect
So few seek time to pray
Man’s lamps to God are in neglect
Though Christ is on His way

Ten virgins served on Zion hill
Their lamps were burning bright
But oil from five began to spill
Whilst walking through the night

Their lives were fine, or so they thought
Like Samson once before
He gave no mind that he’d be caught
When oil poured out the door

God’s Holy Ghost was in his heart
He’d felt Him many times
But God from Samson had to part
Because of selfish crimes

Now Moses was a righteous man
He loved enough to care
Twas in the Lord Jehovah’s plan
His oil from him to share

To help a nation on it’s way
God’s children to their goal
Yet seventy; received that day
The oil from but one soul

Without the oil of God at hand
Without His living Son
Many may try to make a stand
But find it can’t be done

In church today we sit and wait
This too she must repent
When prayers bounce back from Heaven’s gate
Her oil, has long been spent…