The reason for the season
What if ... Jesus came instead of
Santa?
T'was the night before Jesus 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 stop by
there.
The children were dressing to crawl
into bed,
Not one ever kneeling, or bowing a
head.
And Mom in her rocker with a babe 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
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 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 prepared for
this night.
In the words of this poem the meaning
is clear;
The time for His coming is drawing
near.
There's only one life and when comes
the last call.
We'll find what He told us was true
after all.
Author Unknown
