Twas the Night Before Jesus
Came
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 a head .
And mom in her rocker with
a baby on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show
while I took a nap.
When out to 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 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 out of sight ,
Oh, if only I had been ready
that night.
In the words of 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!
Jesus is The Reason For
the Season!!!!!!!!
Happy Holidays!!!
Compiled BY: Debbie
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