T'WAS  THE  NIGHT  BEFORE  CHRIST  CAME

T'was the night before Christ came, and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were dusty, on the shelf without care;
Hoping Christ Jesus would never come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
Mom in her rocker with baby on 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 went 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.
He was riding the clouds with power, and great glory
The fulfillment of all the great Bible stories.

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 Lamb's 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.
For those whom He called, He raptured away.
The unsaved were judged; In Hell will they stay.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
He came like He said; A thief in the night.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life, and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible, was true after all!


       "If Jesus died for our sins, would it not be disrespectful to
live a life without sin, thus rendering his sacrifice in vain?"

                        - Jules Feiffer