"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 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 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
Hope the poem ministered to you!




1998
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