Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

Twas the night before Jesus came

And all through the house

Not a creature was praying,

Not one in the house.

Their Bibles were lanin 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 is her rocker with baby on her lap

Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

Where 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 shold 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.

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