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 never come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not one ever kneeling or
bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on 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 THEE 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 sound, while all of 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 Lord Jesus is drawing
near.
There is only one life and when comes the last call, we will find that
the Bible was true after all!
