He will come in a Twinkling of an Eye
'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 not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or
bowing
their heads. 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
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 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 names 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 out of sight; Oh if only I had
been
ready tonight.
In the words if 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 that
the
Bible was true after all!
Bethany Farms, Carrolton IL
