Twas' the night 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 Jesus would come there. The children were dressing to crawl
into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom in the rocking chair with baby on her lap, was
watching the Late Show as I took a nap. When out of the east there rose
such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what's the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the
shutters and lifted the sash. When what to my wondering eyes should
appear, but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
The light of His face made me cover my head, it was
Jesus returning just like He'd said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom
and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life that in 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 is not here"
I hung my head in shame. The people who's 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 to
long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of
sight, Oh, if only I'd know 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 was true after
all........
-- Author Unknown
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