Thief in the Night

Daylight breaks and morning comes
And all the streets are quiet
Then chaos reigns with screams of pain
The "thief" has come in the night.

The bed that held the two before
Now finds the one alone
The child that said his goodnight prayers
Has vanished and is gone.

The churches with their happy throngs
Are suddenly so quiet
But some are bereft because they were left
The "thief" has come in the night.

The drunkards stumbling out of bars
In morning sun and sin
Sneak into houses to find their spouses
Are never seen again.

The politicians call conferences
Before the cameras eyes
To try to explain it all away
While fearfully scanning the skies.

The criminals and murderers
Can hardly contain their glee
The godly ones who captured them
Are gone and they are free.

A wail breaks out upon the earth
And sounds clear up to Heaven
The Bread of Life has come and gone
And all that's left is leaven.

The evil ones sigh a great sigh
And prepare to rule and reign
But the people find to their dismay
That this reign is one of pain.

Imprisonment and great torment
Will come to those who choose
To give their lives to Jesus Christ
Now that life is all they have to lose.

They did not give their lives to God
When grace was given freely
And now too late, they see their fate
And see the truth too really.

But there are those that never see
And will not bow the knee
But shake their fists in Jesus' face
And deny His right to be.

The King of all who in the Fall
Gave allegiance to the one
That arises then,, the man of sin
When the righteous ones are gone.

The one who died with pierce-ed side
Who hung there in God's sight
For mortal man so full of sin
And gave to them His light.

Like a "thief in the night"..they say of Him
Though Jesus is no thief
The devil is the robber bold
And the father of all grief.

He steals the souls of men for gold
And chains them up as well
Collecting the "wise" and those that despise
For his menagerie in Hell.

But on that day that's coming soon
Good men that are made of sod
Will be caught away, on that best of all days
And be taken home to God.

And they will look for us high and low
But we'll be out of sight
And they will say on that worst of all days
That the thief has come in the night.

But soon, they'll conceive and they will believe
The monstrous lies told then
And in seven years time, after living so blind:
Jesus will come AGAIN!

by Rhonda Love Jackson