Author Unknown
'Twas
the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a
creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their
Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In
hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The
children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a
head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show
while I took a nap.
When
out of the East there arose such a clatter.
I sprang to my feet to see what
was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the
shutters and threw up the sash!
When
what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was
here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment
this must be THE DAY!
The
light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like He
had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I
saw Him in spite of myself.
In the
Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved
man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said "it's
not here" my head hung in shame.
The
people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His
Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
While all
the rest were left standing around.
I fell
to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my
fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been
ready tonight.
In the
words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The
coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last
call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
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