Twas the Night Jesus Came Poem

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Do you remember the old days when we printed emails to archive them?  I do.  In fact, this post is taken from one of those emails.  The date was December 14, 2004 when I received this special email.  A few months ago, as I was looking through my past writings I found a folder of archived emails.  Then, I saw it.   I was touched.  I sat there in awe after reading and after a long pause, teary eyed and all, I knew the Lord wanted me to share this with you!  Now, many years later, for such a time as this, I pass it on.  Sadly, the author is unknown so I can not give credit to the writer, however the message is what's important.  Feel free to share this timely message.   Merry Christmas!  

'Twas the Night Jesus Came

'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 baby 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 said.
And though I possessed worldy wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life that in 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 is not here I hung my head in shame.
The people whose names have 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 others were left standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was too late,
I 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 is only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find out that the Bible was true after all…

-Author Unknown

Therefore be ye also ready; 
for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh. 
Matthew 24:44

At this time, we are focusing on the birth of God's only Son, Jesus.  May we also remember He came, He died for us, He resurrected and He sits at the right hand of the Father.  Most urgently, Jesus is coming back again, soon.  He's coming back for His Beautiful Bride, the body of Christ . . . His beloved.  

Are you ready?  

Joy to the world the Lord has come!
Let earth receive Her King
Let every heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing

And heaven and heaven and nature sing! 

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