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Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

Twas the night before Jesus came 

and all through the house

Not a person was praying, 

not one in the house.

Their Bibles were left on the 

shelf without care

For no one thought that 

Jesus would 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 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 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 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