Dean
Braxton Died, Went To Heaven And Saw Jesus Christ
"Behold I make all
things new" - "Angels heralded my coming - Sure as
the moonbeams light on the dew"
Another
reminder of Kay - her beautiful poem seems to epitomise her
suffering and transformation.
My child forget your sorrows
- For you all things are being made new"
"My child come close and listen, -You can almost hear my
heart
For I love you truly, deeply,-
And hate it when we're apart.
My child I want to hold you - So close to My heart for ever,
Your tears have called
to heaven- I will not ever forsake you no never" .
"The Father heart of God is yours,
Forever night and day,
My child I love to listen
To hear you when you pray
For you all things are being renewed
Your pain has not escaped
Me
I treasure every day with
you
Leave everything, come
join Me
Trickles of blood from
his body fell
To the cold dark earth
for you
How could you ever doubt
My love
Come and look at all that
I do
The darkest night that ever was
Has now just gone away,
And now the light forever
shines
In the place where the
church bells play.
Catherine O'Halloran.
