'Twas the night before Jesus came and all
through the house
Not a creature was prayin, not one in the house
Their Bibles were lain on the shelves without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there
The Children were dressing to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowin 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 see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the sutters 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 on His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus. Returning like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw Him inspite 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 a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.
I feel to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited to 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
Theres only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
