TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS By Pastor Alfred C. Smith
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land,
Folks came to be taxed at Caesar’s command.
Joseph placed Mary on the donkey with care,
In hopes that in Bethlehem — room would be there.
The Jews were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Messiah formed in their heads.
Herod in his robe and his servants in caps,
Had just settled down for the long night’s lapse.
While out in the streets of Bethlehem, filled with such chatter,
Joseph’s and Mary’s hopes went a ‘shatter.
As away from the Innkeepers they turned like a flash,
He told of a stable and then let down the sash.
The star on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to the shepherds below.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a heavenly angel so bright and so near.
What a glorious message that cut to the quick,
Their eyes in a moment with tears were all thick.
More rapid than eagles the angels they came,
And they sang, and they shouted and praised Jesus by name.
Now rich man, now poor man, now beggar and thief,
Now doctor, now lawyer, now merchant and chief.
To all that are sinners from the curse of the fall,
This Jesus has come –to cast away sin – cast away all.
As dry leaves that before the wild winds fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So up to Pilate’s hall how rapidly they flew,
With Jesus, the Son of God, called King of the Jews.
Then in an instant came the false proof,
The lying and scheming of each one aloof.
As Pilate stood with accusers all around,
He questioned Jesus but no guilt could be found.
They stripped Him of His robe from His head to His foot,
A crown of thorns they fashioned and on His head did put.
A roughhewn cross they had flung on His back,
He looked so friendless and for strength He did lack.
Yet His eyes – how they twinkled, His face was still merry,
Though His cheeks were bloody, His cross He did carry.
His shoulders quivered in anguish as He clenched His teeth,
The ghastly crown of thorns pierced His brow like a wreath.
Yet He had such a kind, loving, compassionate face,
That seemed to say, “I love the whole human race.”
He fell ‘neath His load – but it was not for Himself,
Men laughed when they saw Him for love of themselves.
With a tear in His eye and a twist of His head,
He soon gave all to know that the worst was still ahead.
He spoke not a word – but went straight to His work,
They nailed Him to the cross and lifted it high with a jerk.
Looking into Heaven it was death that He chose,
As unto the Father His spirit arose.
He sprang from the tomb – to His disciples appeared.
Now sins curse need no longer be feared.
And they heard Him exclaim ere He faded from sight,
Behold, I come quickly. Are you ready? Is everything right?