Waiting for the Bridegroom

Half fool half wise, waiting for the Bridegroom
Half wisely silent, withstanding the gloom
Looking toward what truly matters
Half wasting oil, lighting silly chatter
Who am I and what robe do I wear?
Half feasting in here, half howling out there
Half filthy sackcloth, half shining linen
Half loving, half scorning what’s given
Seeming far to hear, but sometimes clear
The Bridegroom’s party is drawing near
The time is short, half-wise well-robed one
The time is short, to get your work done
By grace to grow saintly, holy, and all-loving
Because, behold, the Bridegroom, here He is coming!