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, I 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 possessed 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 woman and 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 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 others were left just 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, Oh, if only I'd know 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 ........

Matthew 16:27-28 For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then he shall reward every man according to his works. Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom. The market place is empty, No more traffic in the streets. All builders tools are silent, No more time to harvest wheat. Busy housewives cease their labors, In the Courtroom no debate. Work on earth is all suspended As the King comes through the gate. Oh the King is coming, The King is coming, And now his face I see. Oh, the King is coming, The King is coming PRAISE GOD, He's coming for me! All the railroad road cars are empty, As they rattle down the tracks. In the newsroom no one watches, As machines type pointless facts. All the planes veer off their courses, No one sits at the controls, For the King of all the ages Comes to claim eternal souls. Oh the King is coming, The King is coming, And now his face I see. Oh, the King is coming, The King is coming PRAISE GOD, He's coming for me! Happy faces line the hallways, Those whose lives have been redeemed. Broken homes that He has mended, Those from prison He has freed. Little children and the aged, Hand in hand stand all aglow, Who were crippled, broken, ruined, Clad in garments white as snow. Oh the King is coming, The King is coming, And now his face I see. Oh, the King is coming, The King is coming PRAISE GOD, He's coming for me! I can hear the chariots rumble. I can see the marching throng. The flury of God's trumpet Spell the end of sin and wrong. Regal robes are now enfolding, Heaven's grandstand all in place. Heaven's choir now assembled Start to sing Amazing Grace. Oh, the King is coming, The King is coming I just heard the trumpet sounding And now His face I see Oh, the King is coming The King is coming PRAISE GOD, He's coming for me! Oh the King is coming, The King is coming, And now his face I see. Oh, the King is coming, The King is coming PRAISE GOD, He's coming for me! PRAISE GOD He's coming for me!