T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAME and all through the house Not a creature was praying, not mother nor spouse Their Bibles were thrown in the closet without care In hopes that Lord Jesus would not see them there.
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 raised up the sash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear But angels there shouting that ”Jesus was here” With a light like the sun sending forth glorious rays I knew in a moment that 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 Lamb’s 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 Then He wept, “it’s NOT here!” and 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 sound While all the rest were LEFT standing around I FELL TO MY KNEES but, alas too, 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, if only I’d been ready tonight
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear The coming of Jesus is so very near There’s only one LIFE and when comes the Last call The world finds the Bible was TRUTH after all.
Let’s not be foolish and be in deception To think that perhaps we can be the exception To fritter our time and be dallying about And think that we’ll go up when the angels shout. Oh no, precious ones….it’s now or never No matter how handsome or lovely or clever The ones who loved Jesus whose hearts he did capture Those are the ones going up in the rapture.
~Anonymous.. shared by MG Mary Grace Henry