Jesus

>Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house

Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.

Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care

In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,

Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.

And Mom in her rocker with the babe 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 do 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.

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 Ait=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 arose without a sound

While all the rest were left standing around

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;

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