“One morning the doctor will probably leave the room saying there’s nothing else can be done. Loved ones will be standing and wringing their hands, crying. The cold vapors of death floating over the bedside, cold chilly winds of death sweeping, their pulse coming up their sleeve. Then breaking through the mist will come the old Ship of Zion. The morning star will come down in the valley of death to light up the road. They’ll see two glossy wings of the Holy Spirit reach across Jordan, say, “Come, you blessed of My Father. I seen you that day in the little old tent meeting down there in Cleveland when you come accepted Me, now I’m accepting you.” Grant it, Father”
– Brother William Branham (Life Story Sermon)