'Twas the Night Before
Twas the night before Jesus came, and all through the
house not a person 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 the baby on her lap,
was watching the Late Snow, while I took a nap.
When out of the sky, 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 few 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 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 worked 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.
The faithful were welcomed to heaven on high,
while all the rest He sentenced to die.
I fell to my knees ... but it was too late.
I had waited too long, and thus sealed by fate.
I screamed and I cried as they rose out of sight.
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight!
- Author unknown