Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house,
not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care, In hopes that Jesus would
never come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not one ever kneeling or
bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on lap, was watching the Late Show while
I took 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 shutters 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
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 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.
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 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 Lord Jesus
is drawing near.
There is only one life and when comes the last call, we will find that
the Bible was true after all!
