<TITLE>10. Par 37-39</TITLE>L-37 Oh, if we just had time to lean on that just a little bit now, but our time's getting away. God in His Son, God in His Universe. God is in His--in His Word. God in His Son, now God in His people for a few moments.  Notice, friend...?... God in His people. Do you believe that God is in His people? He certainly is. Oh, my. Notice, there was a hundred and twenty, those cowardly people, that dared to go up to Jerusalem to take God at His Word, to stay there a little while. And all of a sudden, while they were up there, God came down to dwell among His people. And when He did, they went through windows, doors, and everything else, and out into the streets; they wasn't scared any more. Our God came down, that third person yonder into the flesh again and lives tonight in His people. Hallelujah. God Himself, God the Holy Ghost, living in His people.

L-38 Here a few nights ago, standing yonder, when a m--a minister challenged me when he said, "Divine healing..." said, "Brother Branham is a faker. There's nothing to him. He's a religious racketeer. There's nothing to him. Divine healing is a fake and Brother's Branham's the chief of all of them: a faker."  I never said a word. I walked to the platform; I said, "No, I'm not a faker." God, Who is my Witness, and about that time coming from the heavens come a whirl of Fire. Hallelujah. God come down and permitted the mechanical lens to take a picture of the Holy Ghost standing over me. God is in His people. Hallelujah.  The people can be secure right there when we all believe that God's in His people. Yes, sir. He stirred the hearts of the poets. Oh, it's more than a imaginary thing. It's men who trusted God, who believed God.

L-39 One time there was a man...?... He was writing one day, and he was write--trying to write a song; he couldn't do it. And he didn't know what to do. And all at once there was a song came to another man by the name of Eddie Perronet, and he...?... setting in a room. And suddenly there came a Spirit of God upon him. He grabbed his pen and he wrote:
All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Old blind Fanny Crosby who'd never seen daylight, sitting in a room one day God came upon His blind poet. And when He did she wrote,
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Thou the stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?
That's right. Another one wrote,
Living, He loved me;
Dying He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
Someday He's coming--oh, glorious day.


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