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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 Scriptures were lain on the shelf without care. Not a thought that Jesus would ever come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed. Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head. And Mom was in her rocker with the babe on her lap Was watching the late show while I took a nap.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here? With a light like a sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment that this was “THE DAY!”

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 despite 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 then way 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 for His coming tonight!

In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear, The coming of Jesus is drawing ever so near. We must begin RIGHT NOW to seek Him and pray So that we will be ready on that glorious day!