"Twas the
night before Jesus came"
‘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 on 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 hnng 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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