A Wonderful Poem. The question is are you ready?
Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the houseNot a creature was praying, not one in the house.Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without careIn 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 baby on her lapWas 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 flashTore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appearBut angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.With a light like the sun sending forth a bright rayI knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my headIt was Jesus returning just like He saidAnd 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 soundWhile all the rest of us 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 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!
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lapWas 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 flashTore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appearBut angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.With a light like the sun sending forth a bright rayI knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my headIt was Jesus returning just like He saidAnd 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 soundWhile all the rest of us 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 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!
Copyright 1984, Bethany Farms
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