Not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bibles were left on the shelf without care,
For no one thought that Jesus would come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,When out on the East there arose such a clatter,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with baby in her lap
Was watching the late show while I took a nap.
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 appearAnd though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here!
The light of His face made me cover my head-
It was Jesus returning, just like He said.
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life, which He held in His hand,
Was the name of every saved woman and man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;With those who were ready He rose without a sound
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.
While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;There's only One Life and when comes the last call
Oh, if only I'd known this was the night.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is now drawing near.
We'll find that the Bible was true after all.
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