Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

Twas the night before Jesus came
Author unknown

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 not 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 slow 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 said!
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw him in spite of himself

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, "Its 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 arose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around

I fell to my knees but it was to late
I had waited to 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 Jesus is drawing near
There is only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the bible is true after all!