T’was The Night Before Jesus Came

T’was the night before Jesus came, and all though the house

Not a creature was stirring, not one in the house

Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care

In hopes that Jesus would not come there

 

The children were dressing to crawl into bed

Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head

And Mom in her rocker, and 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 what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and thre 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

Iknew 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 had said

And though I possessed wordly wisdom and wealth

I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself

 

In the book of 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 a sound

While all 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 outof sight;

Oh, if only I had been ready tonight

 

In the words of this poem the meanin is clear;

The coming of Jesus is drawing near.

There’s only one life and when comes the last call

We’ll find that the Bible was true after all….

(Author Unknown)

 

Filed under: Christmas • Christs Retrun • Rapture • Second Coming

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