"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 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 baby 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 see what was 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. 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 like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and 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 a sound. While all 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 had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

written by Unknown Author

Friday, March 13, 2015

A Little Update...

The original house we were looking at has turned out to be a No-Go because it will have to have ALL the propane heaters replaced in the house. Plus I just found out yesterday that the last 2 people to rent it were Funeral Homes!!! Oh My, the girls and I are having a hrad time thinking about living in an old Funeral home, not to mention that the house and windows are quite old and it would let ALOT of drafts in. Which could cause Jaysen and the rest of us to stay sick.

Please HELP us PRAY for God to open the doors for us and to guide us in the right direction. We are really needing to move here in the next month if possible.

Thank you and remember..."Don't Quit!"    


~ Country Mama ~
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