Twas The Night Before...

Twas the night before Jesus came and all though the house,
Not a person was praying, neither children nor spouse,
Our Bibles were laid on the shelf without fear,
With nary a thought that Jesus would come here.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom in her rocker with a snack 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 light like the sun, sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment that this must be the day!

The light of His face made me shudder with dread,
It was Jesus returning, just like He had said.
And though I possessed wordly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.



In the Book of Life that He held in His hand,
Was written the names of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as he searched for my name,
Then He said, "It's not here." and 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 sound,
While all the rest were transfixed on the ground.

I stood there and cried as they rose out of sight,
And wished in my heart I'd been ready tonight.
I fell to my knees but it was then too late,
I had waited too long, and thus sealed my fate....



In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Christ is certain and near.
There only one life, and when trumpets last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all.

So listen to Jesus while you still have a chance,
To live forever in God's heavenly manse.
Christ stands at your heart and knocks to come in,
He gave up His life, to pay for our sin.

Forget what's behind you, whatever you've done,
Now come to the Father though Jesus, His Son!