Mary Barton Wilcox
With the brush of reality, the colors of dreams and the stroke of bravery, FIRST ROSE became the canvass for a literary masterpiece.
Hope and happiness are relived in this extraordinary work of fiction. Peace and assurance flood the mind as this book escorts one past the inevitable appointment that awaits us all and into an incredible detailed account of Heaven.
Reality and fiction are woven together creating a book worth keeping and passing on from generation to generation.
What parts are fiction, only the reader can decide. Inspired by creation and the Bible, it is full of spectacular sights and reference to sounds expected in eternity. Its compilation was inspired by years of ministry with people concerning their supernatural experiences which could be supported by Biblical truth.
FIRST ROSE restores insight into life to come and gives every cloud of circumstance here a silver lining. It gives the reader a fresh reality of the existence of a just and loving Creator. It regenerates the possibility that some (if not all) of the occurrences written in the book could actually be true one day.
A day fishing, golfing or recreating is as refreshing to the soul as it is to the body. Likewise, a day shopping, relaxing at the spa or just being with family can briefly draw the spirit into another realm renewing both mind and emotions.
Indeed a good book on a lazy day or a sleepless night can sweep one from the fray of every day living into a world where imagination refuels creativity and expectations.
FIRST ROSE is that book. It will escort you into new visions of the worlds to come, generate hope and sweetly unveil lost or suppressed dreams bringing them to life again.
FIRST ROSE is not just imagination and fantasy. It is full of sights, sounds and events that could actually be part of our future.
Written with the Bible as guide and taking into account the dreams, visions, near death experiences and beliefs of hundreds of others, Mary Barton Wilcox has woven a literary masterpiece describing her concept of heaven.
An exerpt from First Rose: My heart was pounding a little faster as he came closer and closer to where we were. He was unbridled and free.
Soon he was right in front of me. He reared his front legs upward, neighed and when he brought his hooves down again, he stopped abruptly at my face. He was large and imposing. I had to look upward just to glimpse his neck.
He backed off a little, lowered his nose, and snorted. He was so near I could feel the moisture from his nostrils. His breath covered me as we stood, face to face, with one another.
Since I was still standing on the porch, I had only to look up a little to stare into his eyes.
I knew he was mine. I knew I had been with him before. Was it on earth? Did he visit me while I was there?
My son had always told me that spiritual horses were often present on earth when the River of God flowed freely among his worshiping children.
They would come to drink with the children of God. If you were sensitive enough to the Spirit, these phenomena could be experienced. Drinking with horses was natural for the children of God, as it occurred frequently.
His eyes pierced mine like lightning, and I knew he knew all about me. Yes, he had drunk with me from the water of life as it flowed invisibly during the worship and praising services of the redeemed on earth.
His hide was smooth and the hairs were like spun glass. He was a most magnificent creature. He was spirit. He towered above me, but I felt safe and protected.
My friend said I would be riding him when Christ returned to earth soon. All the redeemed would follow him on white horses at the conclusion of Armageddon.