TWAS THE NIGHT BEFOR JESUS CAME
twas the night befor jesus came and all through the house
not a creature was praying.not one in the house.
the bibles were laying 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.
wen out of the east there arose such a clatter,
i sprang to my feet to see what was the mater.
away to the window i flew like a flash
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
when what to my woundering 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 momment 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 cryed 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 it said'' its not here'' my head hung in shame.
the people whos names have been writin 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 id been ready tonight.
in the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
the comming 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!!
read:: revelations 19:11-16
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