Wednesday, December 24, 2008

'Twas the Night Before...

My husband is pretty much my total opposite in personality. I am a fountain, he is a quiet river with strong and deep currents. I have noticed that since he doesn't talk much, people listen carefully when he does have something to say. He has carried this poem in his wallet since he met Jesus about 14 years ago and read it to many people. Thus it has become even more special to me.
Merry Christmas to you!

'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 a 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 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 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 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 a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and this sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

1993 Bethany Farms, Carrollton, IL


Chatty Kelly said...

This is a "Scary" poem to me. Heartbreaking for the ones left behind.

So glad I am part of his followers. Meet you there!

sara said...

I loved that poem and think I am going to have to print it out and keep it in my wallet too.

Thanks for sharing it!

Fuschia said...

Super good!
Have a wonderful Christmas with your family and your Saviour!

Merrie said...

Merrie Merrie Christmas!

Greg C said...

I liked the poem too. I think your husband and I are a lot alike. I am the deep silent type as well. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas.