‘Twas The Night Before Jesus Came – Unknown 

‘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 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!

 For me this poem carries profound truth and it’s what I’ve been thinking of lately. The one passage that stands out to me in the bible is Matthew 7:21-23. Last week was a reflection week for me about Christian walk and its brought questions :

  • Am I doing this for God or for myself?
  • Can I stand truly and say I really love God not for what He has done but for who He is?
  • Why do I know God? So I can be saved from my sin or so I can be saved from the consequences/penalty of my sin?

This poem is a reminder of 1 Thessalonians 5:2, 2 Peter 5:3 and Matt 24:32-44. The time is now, not the next time you are free but now, Amen. This was written as a Christmas poem but I think it should be an everyday reminder that this world we are living is not ours and the second coming is nearer than we think.


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