Saturday, March 11, 2006
A belated Christmas Theme, sent in by Ricky
`Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying no one in the house
Their bibles were laying on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there
The children were dressed to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head
A mother in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the late show while I took a nap
Then 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 with a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
The angels proclaming 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 as he said
And thought 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
He said its not here my head hung in shame
The people whose names had been written with love
He gather to take to his father above
For those who were ready He rose with a sound
And with all the rest we were left standing around
I fell to my knees but it was too late
I had waited too long and thus sealed my faith
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight
Oh if only I had been ready for 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 call
We`ll find the bible was true after all
