The Night Before Christ’s Day
I received this in an email forward from a friend:
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!
The Bibles were all tucked in the bookshelves, unread,
For, any hope that Jesus would come had all but fled.
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,
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 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.
The people who knew Him, and, thus were waiting and ready,
Had the delight of their lives, an experience rather heady!
Those fortunate ones knew much jubilation.
And folks such as I would soon know much tribulation.
I fell to my knees, so distraught was my mind;
I had waited too long, and was now left behind!
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I, and mine, had been ready tonight!
In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear.
The coming of Jesus is, indeed, drawing near.
We’re here only briefly, and when comes the last call,
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!
~Revised by John E. Swedlund~
Are YOU ready?