Twas the Night Jesus Came

Twas the night Jesus came and all through the house
Not a person was praying (not one in the house!):
The Bibles were left on the shelf 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 a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby in 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 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, and just as he said.

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself:
In God's Book Of Life, which he held in his hand
Was written the name of each penitent man.

He spoke not a word as he searched for my name,
When he said "It is not there," 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 rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees - but it now was too late
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight -
If only I'd known that this would be 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 will find that the bible… was true after all!