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The Night That
Jesus Came
Twas' the
night Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bible
was left on the shelf without care,
for no one thought Jesus would ever come there.
The
children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom
in the rocking chair with baby on her lap,
was watching the Late Show as I took a nap.
When out
of the east there rose 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 lifted the sash.
When what
to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
The light
of His face made me cover my head,
it was Jesus returning just like He'd said.
And
though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the
Book of Life that in 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 is not here" I
hung my head in shame.
The
people who's 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 others 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'd know that this was the night.
~ Bethany Farms
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