'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come
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
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
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
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 had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and
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
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 without a
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 rose out of
Oh, if only I had 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
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!