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
