We have to apologize to some of our friends, who usually receive our Christmas cards. This year with the computer being down, I resorted to the old 4" by 6" cards, with everyone's names written on them. I left them on top of the computer desk where I had been working on addressing the envelopes, and I guess, went out shopping, leaving the dawgs in charge of the house. Well, somebody, who loves to make mischief, hopped up into the chair, got ahold of some of the cards and shredded them to tiny bits. AND I HAVE MY SUSPICIONS JUST WHO THAT SOMEBODY IS. The same brat who would take off joy-riding in his 'Dad's' Jeep if he could. One of the people, whose card we lost, is our friend, Carol, in NYC. (Thanks Carol, for sending us a most beautiful Christmas card, so now we, at least have your address back again). And Robin, and others. If we didn't send one, please let us know for next year. Until then, here's a copy for you, and also for our readers...a little late. We hope you had the most wonderful Christmas ever. I was spoiled rotten this year...rotten I tell ya, and I loved every minute of it.
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'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came'
written by Unknown Author
'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!
VERY nice, "Mori" and thanks for posting it. (Pegody's sister)
your very welcome! makes ya think huh?
mori
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