‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not even a mouse!
The Bible gathered dust on the shelf without care
In the hope that the Saviour would never come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mum in her nightie with baby on lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the sky 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 that this must be THE DAY!
The light of his face made me cover my head
It was Jesus returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.
In the large 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 dark 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 was too late
I had waited too long and sealed my own fate.
I stood and I cried, as they rose out of sight—
I should have been ready before this long night.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear
The coming of Jesus is drawing quite near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call—
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!
Anonymous (Amended by D Hayes)