T’was the Night Before Jesus Came

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T’was the Night Before Jesus Came

T’was 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 hope 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 the baby in 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 is 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 said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.

He comes for His own, like a thief in the night,
He left without me, I’m overcome with fright.
I stood and I cried, as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I had been ready, ready tonight.

Christians are gone, could the Rapture be true?
I have been left behind with more than a few.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.

The gate is narrow, the path is straight,
the day is now, a decision please make.
Trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ is His name.
Get off your duff, and get in the game.

In the Book of Life, 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.

I fell to my knees, having trusted in good deeds,
discovering my religion, is of the devil’s creed.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

Prostrate before God, is it now too late?
The Lake of Fire for me, will that be my fate?
In the parable of Lazarus, I learned long ago,
that the place set for me, is no place to go.

My anguish and suffering, what could be more severe?
Separation from God, eternal torment and fear.
In the words of this prose, the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.

There’s only one life, when comes the last call.
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all.
The time is now, Satan’s on the attack.
So get right with God, look to the back.

Take a minute now, and examine your heart.
Jesus is calling you to Him, you can have a new start.
If this poem has unsettled you, trust God’s word to be Faithful and True.
Get right with God. Pray now, you must do!

Dear Lord, I know I’m a sinner at best.
Only You can heal me and give me my rest.
Dear God, I know the Gospel is true.
With humble heart I place my trust in You.
My Lord and Saviour, You went to the cross,
so a sinner like me need not remain lost.
I invite You, Lord Jesus, come into me now,
I accept Your free gift and before You I bow.
Take control of my life, help me obey in all things,
for my only desire is to serve You —
LORD OF LORDS and KING OF KINGS.

© Colin Driscoll, www.reasonsforhopeJesus.com

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