T'was the night before Jesus comes and
                                    all through the house 
                                    Not a creature was praying, not one in the house 
                                    Their scriptures were lain on the shelf without care 
                                    In hope that Jesus would not come there. 
                                    
                                    The children were dressing to crawl into bed, 
                                    Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head 
                                    And Mom in her rocker with the 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 sprung 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 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 without a 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 fate. 
                                    I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; 
                                      Oh, if only we had been ready for that night. 
                                    
                                    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