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And oh how I loved Elder Holland's talk.
This
man is one of my heroes. I've been in his presence (multiple times),
he's given me a hug (lifting me off of the ground), his words have
touched
my heart so deeply (more times than I can count)--I just adore
him.
And I really, really loved the poem he shared.
I'm so grateful for Jesus Christ. Just so very grateful.
"That night when in the Judean skies
The mystic star dispensed its light,
A blind man [moved] in his sleep,
And dreamed [that] he had sight.
That night when shepherds heard the song
Of hosts angelic choiring near,
A deaf man stirred in slumber’s spell,
And dreamed [that] he could hear.
That night when in the cattle-stall
Slept Child and Mother [without talk]
A cripple turned his twisted limbs,
And dreamed [that] he [could walk].
That night when o’er the new-born Babe
The tender Mary rose to lean,
A loathsome leper smiled in sleep,
And dreamed [that] he was clean.
That night when to his Mother’s breast
The little King was held secure,
A harlot slept a happy sleep,
And dreamed [that] she was pure.
That night when in the manger lay
The Sanctified, who came to save,
A man moved in the sleep of death,
And dreamed there was no grave."
~ The Miracle Dreams by Susie M. Best