I can see her walking out through that little rose garden, down the little path, over to the little corner, open up the door. The welcome mat she steps over, where this man of God had stepped over, and laid the little fellow down, got Elijah's pillow, where that holy man of God had laid, and stuck it back under his little head, and put a little blanket up over his face.

And He laid out the welcome mat to me to come home. "Whosoever will, let him come and drink from the fountains of the waters of Life freely. He that comes I will in no wise cast out."