Sunday, December 16, 2012, 11:31 AM
Twas the night before Jesus came, and all through the house
not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
The bibles were lain on their shelf without care in hopes-
Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once kneeling or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with baby in her lap
was watching the Late Show while I took my 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 did appear,
but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun send 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 said.
And though I possessed worldly widsom 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 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 of us were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late.
I waited to long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I 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 the Bible was true after all!