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 dressed 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
from my bed to see what was the
matter. Away to the window I
flew in a flash. Tore open the
shutters and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes
should appear, but Angels
announcing 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 in 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 names 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 name had been
written with love, He gathered
to take to His Father above.
with those who were read He
rose without a sound. While
the rest were left standing,
looking up from the ground.
 

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 we had been ready tonight!
 

The coming of Jesus is drawing very
near. there is only one life,
and when comes the last call.
You will find the Bible,
was True, after all...
 

Author ~Syble Mercer