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A Sister in Christ

The Rapture

 

 

‘Twas the night before Jesus came

And all through the house,

Not a person was praying

Not one in the house.

 

 

The Bibles were laid

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 the baby on her lap,

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 drew up the sash.

 

 

When what to my wondering

Eyes should appear,

But Angels proclaiming

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 as He said.

And although I possessed

Worldly wisdom & 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 of 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’d been ready tonight.

 

 

There’s only one life

And when comes the Last call,

We’ll find that The Bible

Was right after all.

 

 

~ Anonymous