TWAS THE NIGHT JESUS CAME
Twas'
the night Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a person was praying, not one
in the house.
The Bible was left on the shelf
without care,
for no one thought Jesus would come
there.
The children were dressing to crawl
into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing
their head.
And Mom in the rocking chair with
baby on her lap,
was watching the Late Show as I
took a nap.
When out of the east there rose
such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what's
the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a
flash,
tore open the shutters and lifted
the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
but Angels proclaiming that Jesus
was here.
The light of His face made me cover
my head,
it was Jesus returning just like
He'd 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 is not
here." I hung my head 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 others were left
standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was too
late,
I waited to long and thus sealed my
fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose
out of sight,
Oh, if only I'd known that this was
the night.
In the words of this poem the
meaning is clear,
the coming of Jesus is now drawing
near.
There's only one life and when
comes the last call,
We'll find out that the Bible was
true after all........
"All is calm..all is bright, love is born this holy night."
I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas!
May Jesus be the LIGHT in your New Year!
