'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house, not a person was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were dusty; on the shelf without care, in hopes that Jesus would not see them there.
The children had dressed to crawl into bed, not one ever kneeling or bowing his head.
And Mama in her rocker with babe 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 up 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 was the day!
The light of His face made me cover my head; It was Jesus! returning just like He said.
And although I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I wept when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which I le held in His hand, was the name of every saved woman and 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.
And those who had waited, He took up in the sky; all I could do was to kneel and to cry.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late; I had ignored Him too long and had sealed my own fate.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; the second coming of Jesus is drawing quite near.
We've only one life and when comes the last call, we'll find that the Bible was true after all.
So if you can hear Jesus speaking to you, say "Yes Lord," today! That is all you must do.
—Author Unknown
