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Are You Ready?

Are You Ready?
By Dennis Huebshman

While going through some of my old files, I came across a poem that really made an impression on me. The author is unknown; however, it took some thought to put it together as it is. It actually has more meaning today as when I first saved it, and I’d like to share it while we my still have a bit of time left.

The first thing you will notice is it’s a parody of Clement Clarke Moore’s “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” The title that was given for this one by whoever wrote it is “Are You Ready?”

Are You Ready?
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 one 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.
And 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 out the Bible was true after all!

It can’t get any plainer than this. Our time here is drawing to a conclusion, and very soon this scenario will happen. The main thing that will be different is only the believers will hear the “clatter” (trumpet and shout from the Arc Angel in the twinkling of an eye). Non-believers will notice there are people mysteriously missing. Even with the delusion, I believe they’ll notice they missed the Rapture and find, as the last line says, the Bible was true after all.

Be among those leaving, not the Left Behind. Accept the free gift from the Savior who bought it for you with His precious blood. Please do so before it’s too late.

Maranatha!

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