This poem is my version of the original prose, “Twas the Night Before Christmas” that was acclaimed to have been written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1837. I take no credit for the style, nor for the words that have been versed to give God the glory for His amazing gift of Jesus. He came and died and provided the only way for us to have eternal life with Him—and all we have to do is accept Him (John 3:16). Glory to His Name forever!
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house
every creature was praising, even the mouse.
The Bibles were open to the pages with care
and showed us so clearly that Jesus was near.
The children were singing and clapping their hands
with visions of a baby being born in the land.
Mamma with her bonnet and me with my cap
were in the mood for praising, not a long winter’s nap.
Then out on the lawn, there arose such a ringing,
and through the window, we saw the carolers singing!
We opened the door, and our eyes bestowed
the big white flakes of Christmas snow.
The moon shone brightly on the singers around
as they sang in unison their glorious sound.
When what to my praising heart should I feel
but the presence of Jesus that became very real!
With voices of praise, we were all in accord,
and our hearts were delighted as we envisioned our Lord.
In the glory of Heaven, His presence came
with the angels about Him who praised His name!
“Wonderful, Counsellor and Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Savior, and Lord!
Prince of Peace, Healer, and Son of God,
Creator, Advisor, and King of the world!”
Suddenly, the stress of the world fell away
and I was filled with the hope of that soon-coming day
When the trumpet will sound, and my Jesus, we’ll see
as He calls us to come, and forever we’ll be.
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