‘Twas the night before Jesus came

 

'Twas the night before Jesus came - all through the house

Not a creature was praying, no 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 their head

And Mom in her rocker with baby in 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 on 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 with no 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 also 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!