The children were dressing to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker and baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out form 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 from the sun setting forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment . . . this must be "The Day!"

The light on His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus returning . . . just like He 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.

Believers whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without 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.