TWAS THE NIGHT JESUS CAME

 

Twas the night that Jesus came and all through the house,

Not a person was praying, not one in the house.

The Bible was left on the shelf without care,

For no one thought that Jesus would come there.

 

The children were all dressed to crawl into bed,

Never once kneeling or even bowing their heads.

And Mom in the rocking chair with the baby on her lap,

She was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

 

When out of the East there rose such a clatter

So I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the windows and lifted the sash.

 

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But Angels proclaiming that Jesus is here.

The light of His Face made me cover my head,

Why, 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" I hung my head in shame.

the peoples 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 others were left standing around.

I fell to my knees but it was too late,

I waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

 

I stood and I cried as my family, they rose out of sight,

Oh if only I had known that this was the night.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,

The coming of Jesus is now drawing near.

 

There's only one life and when comes the last call,

We'll find out that the Bible is true after all!

Keeping This A Tradition, since 1999

By: AnitaWicker.com

Author Unknown