T’ Was The Night That Jesus Came

‘T’was the night that Jesus came and all through the house, not a person was praying, no one in the house.
The Bibles were left on the shelf without care, for no one thought that Jesus would be there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, no one was kneeling or bowing their head.
While mom was in her rocker with a baby on her lap, dad was watching a late show, and I was taking a nap.
When out in the East there a rose such a clatter; I sprung to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like in flash,tore open the shutters and lifted the sash.
When what do my wandering eyes should appear, 8 little angels stating Jesus Christ is here.
The light of his face made me cover my head. It was Jesus returning,just as he had said.
Although I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He 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 down in shame.
Those people whose names had been written with love;He gathered to take to his Father above.
He rose without a sound; while all the rest wereleft standing around.
I stood and cried as they drove out of sight; if I had only known what was going to happen tonight.
In the words of the poem the meaning is clear; the coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when it’s our last call; we’ll find the Bible was true after all.