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 AND 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 SPRUNG
TO MY FEET TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER
AWAY
TO
THE WINDOW I FLEW LIKE A FLASH
TORE
OPEN
THE SHUTTERS AND THROUGH UP THE SASH!
WHEN WHAT
TO
MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR
BUTANGELS
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
NOTA
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 FATHERABOVE,
WITH
THOSE
WHO WERE READY, HE ROSE WITHOUTA 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
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!
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