Twas the Night Before Jesus

Like a Thief, Jesus comes, to the unsaved, but, the Save will see Him Brightly

Twas the Night Before Jesus

Orig, By Dianne Francis Donenfeld's 1988 poem,
(with slight poetic changes, by Arley Steinhour mod 112210 mod 081016:

Twas the night before Jesus, and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not even my spouse.
Our Bibles were strewn on a shelf without care,
Seldom we read them, to know He'd come there.

Our children were dressing, to crawl into bed;
Not once ever kneeling, or bowing a head.
Their Mom in her rocker, with babe on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show, while I took a nap.

From out of the East, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet, to see what's the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my searching eyes should appear,
Myriad Angels proclaiming, Jesus was here.
A light, like the sun, sent forth a bright ray.
I knew in a moment, This Must be THE DAY!

The light from His face made me cover my head,
It was Jesus returning, just as He said.
Although I possess worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.

For the Book of Life, He held in His hand,
Was inscribed with the names of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He couldn't find it, my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
They, and young children, He raised without sound,
Leaving behind, unsaved, mulling around.

We fell to our knees, but it was too late;
We had waited too long, and thus, sealed our fate.
I stood up and cried, as they rose out of sight;
'Oh God, I wish I'd been ready tonight. '

In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus IS drawing quite near.
He comes like a thief, till He sounds trumpet call,
And We know that the Bible speaks true, after all!

AMEN