Never Away from the Throne

I stood in an open field, with my baby on my arm. Both the baby and I were wrapped in white cloth. It was night time. The field we stood on was alight and the fire was moving toward us. I couldnt run too far as I reached a fenced part of the field. The fire was moving rapidly to encircle us. I heard a choir beginning to sing and just as the fire was closest a man in a white robe climbed over the wall. There was so much peace on him. The fire stopped moving toward us. The man placed a mark o...