Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Twas the night before Jesus came

By Lou Pinter

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 why 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 the 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 standing looking 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 it comes to the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!