a christmas poem

[Mexican Spud]

Here is a little poem that hits you real hard.
Read it like you are reading 'Twas The Night Before Christmas


'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 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 babe 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 possess worldly 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 sound,
> while all of the others were left standing around...

> I fell to my knees but it was too late,
> I'd waited too long and thus sealed my fate...

> I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,
> Oh, if only I'd known that this was the night...

> In the words of this poem the meaning is clear
> the coming of Jesus is now drawing near...

> There's only one life and when comes the last call,
> We'll find out that the Bible was true after all...

> B Basic
>
> I Instruction
>
> B Before
>
> L Leaving
>
> E Earth

[Shell]

That really gives you something to think about.