<TITLE>06. Par 20-22</TITLE>L-20 And she started to cry, and I wondered where there could even be enough moisture that she could cry. She took glucose and all of her bowels was wound up with cancer in her stomach. How the woman was living, I don't know. I couldn't understand a thing; she was moving her lips, and the nurse got down to see what she said. And she said, "Have Brother Branham to pray to God to let me die."
Oh, I tried to get a hold of her hand, and the nurse picked up her arm, and laid that dead form of bones and sinew in my hands, cold as it could be, and the knuckles and joints just holding together. What a feeling of a human being laying like that.
I could not pray for her to die, when I was there praying for sick to get well. So I asked the minister, there was seven or eight in the room, and I said, "Let us kneel down."

L-21 And in England, if anyone's ever been there, when the fog comes in, you just can't see nothing. That was a very foggy day. The cab had to go just right along as easy as he could to get through the fog. And there had been a great wave of it come in; we were near the coast, and it was so foggy I could just see there was a tree standing by the window. When I knelt down by the side the window, the sill was about that far up, even with my face, and I started to pray. And as I started to pray, "Almighty God, the Author of Everlasting Life, the Giver of all good gifts. Send upon this poor, dying creature, here, Thy blessing." Just as I started to pray, a little dove flew in from somewhere, set down on this sill, begin walking back and forth, cooing, just about one foot from where my face was, praying. And I thought it was a pet there at the house, I'd just been in England about four or five hours, and I thought, maybe, it's just a pet at the house. It walked to and fro, up-and-down this little sill. And then when I finally prayed and said, "Amen," raised up, the little dove flew away. And I was going to say, "Was that a pet dove?" And the ministers was talking about what was that dove doing there. Well, I said, "Is it a pet dove?"
They said, "No. They'd never seen it before."
And I turned around to look at the woman, there standing before me, stood a strong and healthy woman. I said, "THUS SAITH THE LORD, you'll live and not die." Turn the next page in the book, and look at her a year later. She's nursing now in England, strong, healthy. God in the form of a dove setting at the window, sent His messenger.

L-22 You know my story of my little girl, my wife when they died? Every evening I'd go out there for long time at the grave, and set up there. Oh, I just couldn't give them up, hardly, I was just a boy, all my family gone, just Billy and I left. And I didn't... I'd go out there and set at the grave. And every afternoon, just as sure as it got around about five o'clock, here come an old turtledove, flying through the brush, set up in one of them old cedar trees out there, and just coo and sing. I'd raise up my hands, and praise the Lord, it sound like the wind coming down through them bushes, sing,
There's a land beyond the river,
That they call the sweet forever,
And we only reach that shore by faith's decree.
One by one, we gain the portals,
There to dwell with the immortals.
Someday they'll ring those golden bells for you and me.
The little dove, cooing, I first thought it must be the immortal soul of--of my little girl, but it'd of been her, she'd come talk to me. But the dove, God represented Himself in being a dove.


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