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

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