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.
The Bibles were lain on the shelf without a 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 the baby in her lap,
Was watching the late show while I took a nap.
While out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
I tore open the shutter and threw open the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But beautiful angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
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 hands,
Was written the names of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said it's not here my son, 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 just standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was much too late,
I had waited too long and thus had sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
So in the words of this poem the meaning is very clear,
The coming of Jesus is oh, so near.
We only have one life, and when our time has been called,
Don't let it be too late to see that the Bible was true after all.