Twas a night in December when Christ returned
to this earth.
And although twas near Christmas we weren’t
thinking of His birth.
We were all worn out ‘cause things had been
popping.
Our family was all preoccupied with ‘xmas
shopping.
The children were all in bed that night.
My wife and I had just had a big fight.
When all of a sudden I heard Christ’s trumpet
sound,
I ran to the front door with a big bound.
Although I had fully planed at the trumpeter
to yell,
When I was surrounded with light to my knees
I fell.
Christ took the book from the angel that
night,
As He searched for my name there I gasped in
fright.
I knew He’d not find it on those pages that
night,
For in my heart there were things that were
not made right.
I fell on my knees that fateful night,
But it was too late to make things right.
As I awoke from that nightmare there beside
my wife,
I pinched myself hard to show proof of life.
Although all of the above was a nightmare
last night,
It has caused me to make sure that my heart
is right.
Although you now know that this whole poem is
fake,
I hope it will cause you right choices to
make.
GLW
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