Title: Ten Means Ten (by AndiBecker Proms) Tick… tick… tick… Ten means ten. Not ten-fifteen. Not ten-thirty. The door swings wide when the hour is already bleeding Candles cold, hymnbooks closed, hearts still sleeping Chairs like gravestones, silence in the nave A meeting posted—yet nobody came prepared A clock on the wall is the only one praying Ticking the truth that we keep delaying If worship is fire, why do we arrive as smoke— After the spark, after the song, after the hope? Ten o’clock is a vow, not a suggestion Order is love, not oppression If we can rush for money, for buses, for shows— Why stroll to the King like it barely matters at all? TEN MEANS TEN—WHEN YOU SAID WE’D MEET! Ten means ten—don’t drag your feet! Doors too late, and the room turns stone No breath for prayer… just hollow bone TEN MEANS TEN—WHEN THE HOUR IS HOLY! Ten means ten—don’t treat it lowly! Late is a wound that we call “fine” But love shows up on time Kyrie eleison… Kyrie eleison… Christe eleison… Christe eleison… No time to kneel, no time to listen No stillness—just noise we’re bringing in We enter loud, we enter rushed Expecting heaven to adjust The band is waiting, the pastor’s strained The first “Amen” already drained We blame the traffic, blame the rain But deep inside we know the name: Neglect. A quiet theft. A heart unready— An altar left. Watch and pray—lamp trimmed, oil near Not half-awake when the Bridegroom’s here Because the end won’t send reminders to your phone— And the door won’t hold its breath for the latecomers alone TEN MEANS TEN—WHEN YOU SAID WE’D MEET! Ten means ten—don’t drag your feet! Doors too late, and the room turns stone No breath for prayer… just hollow bone TEN MEANS TEN—WHEN THE HOUR IS HOLY! Ten means ten—don’t treat it lowly! Late is a wound that we call “fine” But love shows up on time What if the final bell rings in the sky— And we say “just a minute,” and don’t ask why? Vigilate… vigilate… (keep watch… keep watch…) Kyrie eleison… Amen… amen… NOT READY—AT THE LAST CALL! NOT READY—OUTSIDE THE HALL! We joked with the hour like it couldn’t bite— But midnight comes like a thief in the night! Come down, O Lord… Find us awake… Teach us to love the time we take. TEN MEANS TEN—WHEN YOU SAID WE’D MEET! Ten means ten—don’t drag your feet! Open the doors while the morning’s young So every heart is tuned and sung TEN MEANS TEN—LET THE CHURCH BE READY! Ten means ten—hands clean, mind steady! Not fear—just faith that’s disciplined and true We don’t rush You… we come to You Kyrie eleison… Christe eleison… Hallelujah… Amen… Tick… tick… tick… Tick… tick… tick… Ten. Means. Ten.
