Dec 23 2008
Twas the night
In the spirit of Christmas, I’ve decided to stop posting the cheating thing for a few days and post something totally different instead. I didn’t write it, but I believe it.
“Twas the night Jesus came, and all through the house,
not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bible was left of 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 eats 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 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,
it was Jesus returning, just like He’d said.
And thought I possess wordly 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 feel to my knees, but it was too late,
I’d waited to long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I’d kown 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 the Bible was true after all.
