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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom(A true story) "Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . " ~My grandmother called me one day disturbed by a recurring open vision, saying, “Two beautiful hands were let down unto me from the ceiling. “What does it mean? I keep seeing these hands every night after I lie down in bed.” ~Immediately, I knew the answer. I said, grandma, the left hand has a wedding ring, on the left finger, does it not? A brief silence on the other end of the phone, “Why yes John it sure does, now that you mention it. It is the most beautiful wedding ring that I have ever seen.” To which I replied, “Granny, it is your Lord assuring you that He is your spiritual husband. Do not be sad when He comes to take you home“ I reassured my eighty year old grandmother. She said, ”Yes that is exactly what it means. I had not thought of that.” ~This was a divinely granted clear plan given to my granny afterwards she was never frightened of death again. ~A few days later, my expression of principle said,” One day soon I will awaken your granny New in the night and tell her to go into the living room and sit on the couch, for it will be the time that I will take her soul home with me. ~About eight months later the shuttle truck for the elderly stopped at my granny’s door one morning to take her into town for dinner with her friends. She did not answer the door. The body could be seen through the window, sitting upright on the couch hands folded in lap with head leant to one side as if asleep. The fully clad body wore house shoes... This was the adoption of my dear granny… Martha New.
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