'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 laying on their shelves without care

, Never dreaming that Jesus would ever come there

. The children were dressing to crawl into bed

Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.

Mom in her rocker with baby in 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 light like the sun sending forth a bright ray

I knew in a moment that this must be the day

When I saw His face I covered my head;

It was Jesus returning just like He said!

And though I possess both 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 names 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 with out a sound,

while the rest of us were all left standing around

. I fell to my knees but it was too late

, I'd waited too long, and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight

. Oh! If only I'd 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

Written by Norman Crowe
Page By Mary Jones-
2003

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