~'Twas the night before Jesus came~

'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 waundering 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 wordly 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 writtne 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 thus 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!

Author Lou Pinter

Copyright 1984 - Bethany Farms, Carrollton, IL

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Twas the night before Christmas and it seemed such a shame,
not a soul mentioned our dear Savior by name.
They talked about Santa and the reindeer and elves
as their dust covered Bibles just lay on the shelf.

The children were watching their late night TV
full of cursing and garbage that they never should see.
With ma in her nightgown and I in PJ's
we thought the story was funny and what could it hurt anyway.

When out on the lawn the dogs started howling,
I figured it must be a burglar prowling.
I grabbed up my gun and ammo and mortar
and away in a flash I was opening the door.

Off in the distance the moon shown so bright,
but out in the east the clouds were a fright.
When what to my questioning ears should I hear
but the sound of a trumpet so loud and so clear.

The clouds started thrashing and they started to roll
and it looked just like smoke or an unfolding scroll.
Then came a voice so majestic and strong
that I started to tremble cause I knew I'd been wrong.

Come Joseph, come Matthew, come Luke and John.
Rise Mary, now Martha, Peter and Tom.
Then the earth started shaking with a great roaring sound
and I saw these souls rising up from the ground.

Then my heart began pounding and I couldn't believe
the sight I was seeing, oh it just couldn't be so.
I shook my head twice and I looked back again
and I still saw them flying up to the sky to meet him.

Then in a twinkling the dead ceased to rise
so I thought it was over but to my surprise
a neighbor came screaming from his house down the street.
His wife had just vanished as she lay there asleep.

Now the street was in havoc and our neighborhood too,
everyone had lost someone and didn't know what to do.
The sirens were screaming as mothers all cried
and I looked up and saw a plane fall from the sky.

Then I looked at my wife and she looked back at me
and we both remembered our newborn baby.
As we ran through the house we both half screamed,
Lord, don't let this happen, oh please let it be a dream.

When we came to the nursery we searched over the floor
we searched through the crib and we searched high and low,
but our darling baby was not in sight.
Now we knew that the rapture had happened this night.

As we walked through the house we knew what we'd see,
no longer were our children sitting watching TV.
The reporter was telling us strange things that had happened all over the world.
And in such great confusion I sat there and pondered
how could God make mistakes; it was all I could wonder.

I went to church Sundays and I gave of my tithes.
I never stole things and I never told lies.
Oh, it was then that it happened and it made me realize
it isn't through goodness and it isn't through tithes,
it isn't through works or things that we felt
that could cause a poor soul to be doomed to hell.

Yes, salvation is one thing that is not really complicated.
Just like the 16th verse of John stated,
"that the Father so loved us that he gave us his son
and whosoever believeth, to him the victory is won."

So if you're here today as a prisoner of sin,
remember Jesus is knocking so please, please let him in.
Yes, the rapture is coming and it may not be long.
What a shame to be left here when our loved ones are gone.

The author is unknown

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