Here is another of Mom's poems I found. This one was hand written and mounted on a thick cardboard and had the edges burned.
There Were Ten Who Knew Him
There were ten who knew Him
They all had garments of white.
Each had a lamp to trim
Each heard the call in the night.
There were then who knew Him
They all grew weary and dropped off to sleep.
Each had intended his vigil to keep
Each had a lamp filled to the brim.
But the oil ran dry as the time slowly past
Not nearly enough, it would not last.
Five longed daily for a new taste of wine
Five never could find the time.
The hour drew near for the bridegroom’s return
Oh how the five had hearts that did burn.
While the others worked hard laboring long
Five sat in His presence and grew strong.
Then at last there came the shout
Five were ready with His Spirit were full.
The others had lamps that almost were out
Oh please share your oil with us.
But alas they knew could not be
You must seek Him yourself.
Too late they found out
How important His Spirit must be.
He maketh alive with His Spirit within
A fresh daily touch keeps my cup to the brim
Overflowing with joy at this knowledge of him.
WGH 8/85
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