‘Twas the Night Before Jesus Came
‘Twas the night before Jesus came, And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, Not one in the house.
Their Bibles were laid on the shelf without care,
Thinking that Jesus would never come there.
The children were ready to crawl into bed,
Not one even kneeling or bowing a head.
Mom’s in her rocker with baby in her lap,
Watching the late show while I take 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 shutter 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 that this was 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.
But 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 no sound,
While all of 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 still drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We’ll find that the Bible was right after all.
Author Unknown