THE NIGHT JESUS CAME   ‘Twas the night Jesus came and all through the house Not a creature was praying, neither groom, nor spouse. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care In hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressed 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 last 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 flew like a flash I 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 sending forth a bright ray I knew in a moment this was God’s great display. The light of His face made me cover my head		ANSWER TO THE PUZZLE ON THE KIDS PAGE!
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 He held in His hand Was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name Then He said “It’s not here” my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound While all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees but it was too late I 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 comes the last call