'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 laying on the shelf without care;
In hopes that Jesus would never come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed;
Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom in the 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 open the latch!

When much to my wondering I should hear;
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here!
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I know 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 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 stood without sound;
While all 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 arose out of sight;
O, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is drawing very near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
You'll find that the Bible was true after all.

(I'm not sure who wrote this, but it does makes you think)