"In a train to Miami, Florida, I saw in a vision a little boy lay dead, where trees were wrapped together in rocks, and his funny looking haircut, great big brown eyes turned back. His feet went through his sock. The automobile was wrecked on the side of the road and he was dead. His little body was just one great big mass of broke up bones. I told people "Write this in the fly leaf of your Bible and see if it comes to pass."

Say that, "Brother Branham said so. If it doesn't come to pass, I'm a false prophet, for I have THUS SAITH THE LORD." Two years later, in Finland, we noticed a wrecked Ford—a large crowd of people standing around. A little boy had his little coat over his face. He had been dead about thirty minutes.

I noticed his little foot through ribbed stockings, legs all broken. That looked familiar. They raised up his little coat, and I saw them little brown eyes turned back, brown hair, little pantywaist. I thought, "That's him." I knelt down and said, "Lord God You spoke of this vision. And I know in Your great predestinated will, it's already finished. So Death give back the boy's life." And the little fellow jumped to his feet—just as normal as he was, hour before he got hit."