Looking tenderly at an old saint, not far from heaven's gates, the visitor said, "I'm not going to weary you now, but I'll read to you the sweetest verse in the Bible, and then we'll have prayer together." He started to read, "In My Father's house are, many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you." Re was kneeling down to pray when the dying man stretched out a delaying hand and whispered, "That isn't the sweetest verse. Read on." So the visitor read on, "And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." "That's it," whispered the dying saint; "it's Jesus I want."