Twas the night before Jesus came

And all through the house

Not a creature was praying

Not one in the house.

Their Bibles were laid

On the shelf with care

In hopes that Jesus would

Not come there.

The children were dressing to

Crawl in bed

Not once ever kneeling

Or bowing a head.

And Mama in her rocker

With baby in her lap

Was watching the late movie

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 wandering 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 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 possess 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 in the name of

Every saved man.

I spoke not a word as

He searched for my name

When He said, “It is nor here.”

My head hung in shame.

The people whose names

He had written with love

He gathered to take to His

Father above.

With those who were ready

He arose without sound

While 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 Jesus is

Drawing near.

There is only one life

And when comes the call

We will find that the Bible

Is true, after all..

 Harry

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