Consider This

It was the night before Jesus came and all through the house not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were laying on a shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing, crawling into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing their heads. And mom on 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 chair 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 was here. With a light like the sun setting forth the 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. 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 have been written with love, He gathered to take to His Father above.  with those who were ready He arose without a sound while the rest were standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late. 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 here. There’s only one life and when comes the last call we’ll find that the Bible was true after all.

This Poem Was Not Written By Me. It Was Passed Out At Church. Author Unknown!