The birth of Christ and what lt leads to is Eternity for all who believe.
The poem you are about to read, written from a baseline of the much loved poem, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas," was written by an anonymous author. I don't think I could have said it better. It was read in my church this Sunday as part of our Christmas service. Being a beautiful and small, old country church, we share our minister with another like church and we alternate a Christmas Eve service between the two sister churches. So, this service was the "Big Kahuna" for this season and it was beautiful and the content of the poem touched me so directly that I asked him for a copy and he gave me one. I thought it was perfect for Christmas, as a reminder of what is really important. You see, while we enjoy the lights, the presents, the parties and laughter of the children as a fun part of Christmas, we must never fail to remember what Christmas really is about. The real meaning is eternal. The rest, when all is said and done, is just a mere blip on the radar screen of life. Believe in Him by faith and put Him first in everything and really live. That is the real message of Christmas. This is the message of the revised poem which follows.
‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head; and Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap, was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose 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 threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY.
The light of His face made me cover my head, it was Jesus returning just like He had 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 man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name, when He said “It’s not in 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 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 own fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
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 that the Bible was true after all.
‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care in hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head; and Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap, was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose 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 threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY.
The light of His face made me cover my head, it was Jesus returning just like He had 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 man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name, when He said “It’s not in 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 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 own fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
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 that the Bible was true after all.
And behold, a white horse. And He who sat on Him was called Faithful and True.
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