Category: Holiday

<p>Twas the night of our Savior when all through our house, Not a person was praying, not me or my spouse.&nbsp; Our Scriptures were lain on the shelf without care, Not thinking that our Savior soon would be there. The Children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head;</p><p>And Mom in her rocker, with babe on her lap, was watching the late show, while I took a nap.&nbsp; When out of the East there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.&nbsp; Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.&nbsp; When what to my wondering eyes should apppear, but Angels proclaming:"Our Savior is Here." With a light like the Sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment: "this must be the day."&nbsp;</p><p>In the Book of Life which he held in His hand was written the name of every saved Women and Man.&nbsp; He spoke not a word as He searched for my name, then He said; " It's not here, and my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love, He gathered to take to His Father above.</p><p>With those who were ready, He rose without sound, while all the rest of us were left standing around. I feel to my knees but by then it was too late. I had waited too long and thus, sealed my fate.&nbsp; I stood and I cried as the rose out of sight, "Oh, if I had only been ready Tonight."</p><p>In the words of this poem, the meaning is Clear: The coming of Jesus is drawing too near.</p><p>There is only One life and when comes the Last call, we will find that the scriptures are "True after All"</p>