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The Night Before Jesus
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Twas the night before Jesus
came and all through the house
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Not a creature was praying,
not one in the house.
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Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care |
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In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
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The children were dressing
to crawl into bed,
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Not once ever kneeling
or bowing a head.
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And Mom in her rocker with
baby on her lap
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Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
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When out of the East there
arose such a clatter,
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I sprang to my feet to
see what was the matter.
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Away to the window I flew
like a flash
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Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
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When what to my wondering
eyes should appear
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But angels proclaiming
that Jesus was here.
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With a light like the sun
sending forth a bright ray
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I knew in a moment this must be The Day!
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The light of His face made
me cover my head.
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It was Jesus! returning
just like He had said.
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And though I possessed
wordly wisdom and wealth
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I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
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In the Book of Life which
He held in His hand
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Was written the name of
every saved man.
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He spoke not a word as
He searched for my name;
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When He said, "It's not here," my head hung in shame.
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The people whose names
had been written with love
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He gathered to take to
His Father above.
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With those who were ready
He rose without a sound,
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while all the rest were left standing around.
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I fell to my knees, but
it was too late;
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I had waited too long and
this sealed my fate.
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I stood and I cried as
they rose out of sight;
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Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
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In the words of this poem
the meaning is clear;
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The coming of Jesus is
drawing near.
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There's only one life and
when comes the last call
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We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
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