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 laying
On the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus
Would not come there
The children were dressing
To crawl into bed
Not once ever knealing
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 the 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 of the rest
Were left standing around
I fell to my knees
But it was to late
I had waited to 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