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‘Twas the night before Jesus came

poetry - 'Twas the night before Jesus came, a poem by Dianne Frances Donenfeld
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Posted by Tom Raymond, aka Raynbow on 11/07 at 08:05 PM
 
  1. My uncle sent me this poem from Boston Lincolnshire a year or so ago.
    Off the top ... I’m not a Christian who sees God as a fear-monger and for the life of me I can’t see why I rewrote the ending of this piece like a Baptist legalist.I guess I was following a desire to be more edgy - what can I say?
    But I write ...’Swhat I like to do.
    Anyways, here’s another version.

    v

    ‘Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
    *****************************************************

    ‘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 the Savior would soon not appear.

    The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
    Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
    And Mom in her rocker with child 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 look into 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!!!!
    Our Master, the Potter looked down on the clay
    And everyone witnessed the dawn of HIS DAY!

    The light of His face made me cover my head;
    This Jesus made good on THAT promise I’d read!
    In confident pride I’d gained savvy and wealth.
    But I cried like a baby in spite of myself.

    The fear in my soul like the edge of a knife,
    Laid bare my position with His BOOK OF LIFE
    “Your name is not written!” (I was cut to the heart)
    He said, “You’re a stranger, you’ll have to depart!”

    I fell to my knees with regret for my past
    For the Truth showed disgrace in the image it cast.
    I’d lost all composure, and in a last desperate plea,
    I blurted out … “Jesus! Have mercy on me!”

    I heard the Door closing while the righteous did rise,
    And the wails and the sobs of the dead and unwise.
    If only! … IF ONLY!!!  Was my singlemost thought.
    If only, I’d headed the message they brought!

    Posted by  on  11/24  at  04:38 PM
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