the night of the rapture and all through the house;
a creature was praying, not even mouse.
Bibles were lain on the shelf with great care;
hopes that Lord Jesus would never be there.
children were dressing to crawl into bed,
taught about kneeling or bowing a head.
Mom in her rocker with baby on lap;
watching the "Late Show" while I took a nap.
out of the East there arose trumpet chatter;
sprang to my feet to see what's the matter.
to the window I flew like a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash!
what to my wondering eyes should appear,
angels proclaiming that Jesus was near.
a light like the sun changing night into day,
know in a moment, "There's only one way!"
light on His face made me cover my head;
was Jesus returning just like He said.
though I possessed wisdom and wealth,
cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
Book of Life which He held in His hand,
the name of every saved man.
spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
He said, "It's not here, I'm sorry, what a shame."
people whose names had been written with love,
gathered together for the Father above.
those who were readied, He rose with no sound,
the rest of us were just standing around.
fell to my knees, but it was too late,
they had already entered the gate.
stood and I cried with them out of my sight;
if only I had been ready tonight.
Tammy Boatman-Young, 2000
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