Twas the Night...

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 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 with a  sound

While all the rest were left on the ground.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;

I had waited too long and this sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried with all of my might;

Oh, if I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;

The coming of Jesus is drawing near.

There's only one life and when comes the last call

We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

"Ten Little Christians"

We need to get back on task, don't we? We must own the mission we've been given.

? Ten little Christians, standing in a line, one disliked the preacher, then there were nine.
? Nine little Christians stayed up very late, one slept in on Sunday, then there were eight.
? Eight little Christians on their way to heaven, one took his own road, then there were seven.
? Seven little Christians chirping like some chicks, one disliked the song leader, then there were six.
? Six little Christians seemed very much alive, but one lost his interest then there were five.
? Five little Christians pulling for heaven's shore, but one stopped to rest, then there were four.
? Four little Christians, busy as a bee, one got her feelings hurt, then there were three.
? Three little Christians knew not what to do, one couldn't forgive another, then there were two.
? Two little Christians, our rhyme is nearly done, quarreled over petty stuff, then there was only one.
? One little Christian, can't do much ?tis true; brought his friend to Bible study - then there were two.
? Two earnest Christians, each won one more, that doubled the number, then there were four.
? Four sincere Christians worked early and worked late, each won another, then there were eight.
? Eight splendid Christians, if they doubled as before, in just a few short weeks, we'd have 1,024.