Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

'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 lain
on the shelf without care
In 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 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 had 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 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!