‘Twas the night…

It was the night Jesus came

and all through the house,

not a person was praying,

not one in the house ...

The Bible was left

on the shelf without care,

for no one thought

Jesus would come there ...

The children were dressing

to crawl into bed,

not once ever kneeling

or bowing their head ...

And Mom in the rocking chair

with babe on her lap,

was watching the Late Show

as I took a nap ...

When out of the east

there rose 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 lifted the sash ...

When what to my wondering

eyes should appear,

but Angels proclaiming

that Jesus was here ...

The light of His face

made me cover my head...

was Jesus returning

just like He'd 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 without sound,

while all of the others

were left standing around ...

I fell to my knees

but it was too late,

I'd waited too long

and thus sealed my fate ...

I stood and I cried

as they rose out of sight,

Oh, if only I'd known

that this was the night ...

In the words of this poem

the meaning is clear

the coming of Jesus

is now drawing near ...

There's only one life

and when comes the last call,

We'll find out that the Bible

was true after all...