‘Twas the night before Jesus Came

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‘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 in the shelf without care. In hoes that Jesus would not come in there.

The children were dressed to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing their 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 shutters, 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 fourth a bright ray, I knew in a moment that 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 peoples 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 Jesus is soon 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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