The Savior Came
Twas the night before the Savior came
and all through the house,
Not a person was praying, not one in the house.
Their scriptures were lying on the shelf without care,
Thinking the Savior would never 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 as 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 our Savior 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 the Savior 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,
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.
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 I had been ready tonight."

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear.
The coming of the Savior
is drawing quite near.

May God Bless You!

 

10-28-2005


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