‘Twas the Night Before Jesus Came

‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house,

 Not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bibles were left on their shelves without care,

For no one thought Jesus would ever come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,

Not once ever kneeling or bowing their 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 rose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what's 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!

With light like the sun sending forth a bright ray

I knew in a moment this was the THE DAY!
 

The light of His face made me cover my head.

It 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 the rest of us were left just 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 and been ready tonight!
 

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear. 

The coming of Jesus is now drawing near.
We’ve only one life and when comes our last call,
We'll all know that the Bible was true... after all.

“Behold, I am coming soon!” -- Jesus, Revelation 22: 12