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Twas' the night Jesus came
and all through the house,
Not a person was praying,
not one in the house.
The Bible was left
on the shelf without care,
It's hopes and it's promises
all buried there.
The children were dressing
to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling
or bowing their 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's 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.
More rapid than eagles,
with lightning they came,
And trumpets proclaiming
and praising his name.
The light of His face
made me cover my head,
it was Jesus returning here
just like He'd said.
And though I possessed
great 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 who's names were written with love,
He gathered to take to his Father above.
And then in a twinkling
they rose without sound,
All of His chosen
were now Heaven bound.
I fell to my knees
but it was too late,
I waited too long
thus sealing my fate.
I stood and I cried
as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I'd know
that this was the night.
And then I awoke,
this dream, ....such a fright.
Twas' the night BEFORE Jesus came
There's still time to get right!
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