JESUS CAME
'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house,
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
And Mom in her rocker, with the baby on her lap
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear -
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
The light of His face made me cover my head,
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
In the Book of Life, which He held in His hand,
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
The people whose names had been written with love,
With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
I fell to my knees, but it was too late!
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
~ author unknown ~
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© 1999 - Cathy
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house!
In the hopes that Jesus wouldn't come there.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter!
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
But angeles proclaiming that Jesus was here!
I knew in a moment this must be the day!
It was Jesus returning just like He had said!
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.
Was written the name of every saved man.
When He said, "It's not here!"
My head hung in shame.
He gathered to take to His Father above.
While all the rest of us were left standing around.
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
Oh! If only I had been ready tonight.
The coming of Jesus is drawing near!!!
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
click the calendar to be sure
"The King is Coming"