Twas the night before JESUS came and all through the house, not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care, in hopes that JESUS would not come there
 
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing their head. And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap was watching the late show while 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 threw up the sash
 
When 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 must by the Day
 
The Light of His face made me cover my head, It was JESUS returning just like HE had said. And though I possessed wordly 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 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 rest were left standing around
 
I fell to my knees, but it was to late, I had waiting too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and 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 2nd Coming of JESUS is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call, we'll find that that the Bible was true after all !!!
 
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the return of Jesus Christ is drawing near, time is growing shorter by the day. The smartest and wisest choice for your your life now is to spend it making an eternal difference for our Lord's Kingdom. Build up treasures for yourself in Heaven, not here on earth. Soon Jesus will be blowing the rapture trumpet, calling you heaven-bound !!!
 
 
have a blessed day,   Gary