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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 the 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 shutter 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!
Author Unknown |
