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Twas the night before Jesus came

And all through the house

Not a creature was praying

Not one in the house.

Their Bibles were laid

On the shelf without care

In hope that Jesus

Would never come there.

The children were dressing

To crawl into bed

Not once ever kneeling

Or bowing a head

And Mom in her rocker

With baby on her 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 shutter

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 was 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 we had

Been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem

The meaning is clear.

The coming of Jesus

Is drawing quite near!

There's only one life

And when comes the last call

We'll find that the Bible

Was true after all!

~ Author Unknown ~

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