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 as with them out of my sight; Oh, if only I had been ready
tonight.