Twas the Night before the Rapture
Twas the night before the Rapture, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The prayer lists were left on the nightstands with care,
In hopes that Jesus soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of angels danced in their heads.
And mom and I, praying brought to a wrap
Had just settled in for a long soothing nap.
When up in the sky arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sound of a trumpet beginning to blow
Echoed off all of the objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a light shining bright and words “Come up here!”
As the dead in Christ rose up first in the sky,
We felt our spirits beginning to fly!
So up past the house-top the mass of them flew,
I felt myself lift up and follow them too!
All the saints were rejoicing and giving a wink,
We were up to the third heaven in just a short blink.
We were given our crowns when the trip was complete
Sang our praises and laid them down at Jesus’ feet!
Adapted and changed for personal edification....