Chapter 9 - Page 113 - New Passion

    Streaks of light shot out from Jim and Rhasha. Each streak extended anywhere from four feet to forty feet. Bright white spears seemed to bounce off the back wall. Hundreds of white rays zapped throughout the hospital.

    The awesome effects held everyone spellbound. Jim and Rhasha didn’t know what was going on. They thought the audience was impressed with their singing.

    “Then sings my soul, my savior, God to thee. How great thou art. How great thou art. When Christ shall come, with shouts of acclamation, and takes me home, what joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow in humble adoration, and there proclaim, my God, how great thou art.”

    As Jim and Rhasha sang, the streaks of light shot out in cadence with the music.

    “Then sings my soul, my savior, God to thee. How great thou art. How great thou art. Then sings my soul, my savior, God to thee. How great thou art. How great thou art.”

    When Jim and Rhasha finished singing the first song, the streaks of light stopped. Only the blue glow around them remained. To them, it was no brighter than a light bulb. Jim and Rhasha began to sing again.

    “My heavenly home is bright and fair. I feel like traveling on. No pain nor death can enter there. I feel like traveling on.”

    Again light streaked outward, flashing in time to the music. Lower beats in the music generated shorter streaks of light.

    “Its glittering towers, the son outshines. I feel like traveling on. That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
I feel like traveling on. Yes, I feel like traveling on. I feel like traveling on."