'Twas the Night of the Rapture!


Twas the night of the rapture and all through the house;

Not a creature was praying, not even mouse.

Their Bibles were lain on the shelf with great care;

in hopes that Lord Jesus would never be there.

 

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,

Never taught about kneeling or bowing a head.

And Mom in her rocker with baby on lap;

was watching the "Late Show" while I took a nap.

 

When out of the East there arose trumpet chatter;

I sprang to my feet to see what's the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

 

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but angels proclaiming that Jesus was near.

With a light like the sun changing night into day,

I know in a moment, "There's only one way!"

 

The light on His face made me cover my head;

This was Jesus returning just like He said.

And though I possessed wisdom and wealth,

I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

 

The Book of Life which He held in His hand,

contained the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,

then He said, "It's not here, I'm sorry, what a shame."

 

The people whose names had been written with love,

He gathered together for the Father above.

With those who were readied, He rose with no sound,

while the rest of us were just standing around.

 

I fell to my knees, but it was too late,

for they had already entered the gate.

I stood and I cried with them out of my sight;

Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.  


Written by 

Tammy Boatman-Young, 2000

1985 by bethany farms p.o. box 4091 St. Charles, Missouri 63302


 

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