A poem for Laodicea
A Poem for Laodicea
'Twas the Night Christ Came
Twas the night Christ came and throughout the house,
Not a soul was praying, not one in the house.
Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
Two days 'till Sabbath, we have time to spare.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not one even kneeling, or bowing a head.
Mom was rocking with baby on her lap,
Watching the Late Show, while I took a nap,
When out of the North, there arose such a clatter,
I awoke from my sleep; what is the matter?
Over to the window, I ran like a flash,
Pulled open the shutters, threw up the sash.
When, what to my sleepy eyes should appear,
Millions of Angels! Christ must be near!
Brighter than the sun, in Righteous array,
I knew in a moment, this must be the day!
His brilliant face made me cover my head,
It was Christ returning, just as He had said.
Though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I wept when I saw Him, in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life, He held in His hand,
Was written the name of every newly born man.
The silence cut deep as He searched for my name;
When He said, "It's not here," my head hung in shame.
Obedient sons, drawn out by God's love,
His chosen Elect, through the Father above.
With those made ready, He went without sound,
All others left speechless, staggering around.
I dropped to my knees, but it was now, too late,
I had waited too long, thus sealed my fate,
I stood and cried as they sped out of sight,
Oh! If only I had been ready tonight!
The words of this poem has meaning quite clear,
The coming of Christ is dangerously near.
Just once in life, is God's special call,
We'll find His Word Was true after all.
An adaptation.
By Curtis Clyde Garner
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