‘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 that Jesus would come there.
The children were dressed to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling, or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with baby in her lap,
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the east there arose such a clatter,
I got off the couch to see what was the matter.
I walked to the window, while passing some gas,
Opened 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, just as 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 shook his head, “No,” 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 a sound
While the rest of us clods were left standing around.
I feel to my knees, but it was too late;
I had 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 that this was the night.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The King of Glory will soon be here.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all.
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