BC: 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, threw open the shutters and threw up the sash. | The light of His face made me cover my head, it was Jesus returning, just like He'd 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 I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear, the coming of Jesus is drawing very near. There's only one life and when the last name is called, we'll find that the bible was true after all. | Author Unknown
FC: Kisses for Daddy! | More kisses for Daddy! | Merry Christmas! Love, David, Leslie, Nicholas, & Heather 2011 | Sad faces! | Silly faces!