Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

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 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 a sound.
While all 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 Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

~ Author Unknown

4 Thoughts On The Matter:

A Note From Theresa said...

That was a beautiful post. I like the Christmas music too.

Michele Williams said...

I've always enjoyed this one. Thank you for sharing... I may borrow this one....

Any update on your prayer request. Please know that you are prayed for every day. Bless you dear.

susansspace said...

What a powerful poem! It really makes you think of the urgency to reach our unsaved loved ones!

Marsha said...

Hi Cathyrn,

This is a wonderful poem. It's been a few years since I've seen this one surface.

In answer to your question, yes, I know Susan personally. We go to church together. We're a small congregation, very unified, mission minded, Godly people. Susan is truly an encourager. She plays the piano beautifully, too. She taught piano for years.

I still stand amazed at who the Lord brings His people together through the internet! It can be used for good.

Have a blessed day.