Lucky Seven

Jim lifted the burnt body to his chest and prayed. “Jesus, Jesus, heal this body. Heal this body!”

Taylor opened his eyes and spoke through the pain, “Taylor not feel Jesus this time. Not feel Jesus.”

“Nothing’s coming through. Jesus! Jesus! Please heal him!”

Taylor whispered, “Not be healed second time. Hurt bad. Sorry Jesus, sorry.”

Taylor died in Jim’s arms as he slowly rocked him as the fire appro...