TWAS THE NIGHT JESUS CAME
�Twas'
the night Jesus came and all through the house,
�Not a person was praying, not one
in the house.
�The Bible was left on the shelf
without care,
�for no one thought Jesus would come
there.
�The children were dressing to crawl
into bed,
�not once ever kneeling or bowing
their head.
�And Mom in the rocking chair with
baby on her lap,
�was watching the Late Show as I
took a nap.
�When out of the east there rose
such a clatter,
�I sprang to my feet to see what's
the matter.
�Away to the window I flew like a
flash,
�tore open the shutters and lifted
the sash.
�When what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
�but Angels proclaiming that Jesus
was here.
�The light of His face made me cover
my head,
�it was Jesus returning just like
He'd 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 is not
here." I hung my head 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 others were left
standing around.
�I fell to my knees but it was too
late,
�I waited to long and thus sealed my
fate.
�I stood and I cried as they rose
out of sight,
�Oh, if only I'd known that this was
the night.
�In the words of this poem the
meaning is clear,
�the coming of Jesus is now drawing
near.
�There's only one life and when
comes the last call,
�We'll find out that the Bible was
true after all........
�
"All is calm..all is bright, love is born this holy night."
I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas!
May Jesus be the LIGHT in your New Year!
