<TITLE>31. Par 113-115</TITLE>L-113  And I went down there. It was a little old hospital, and there, when I walked into the room... I'll never forget it, there laid my little eight month old darling, little Sherry, laying there. And she was suffering so hard, her little legs was moving up and down like that, fast. It looked like her little hands was waving at me: good-bye. I looked at her and she was suffering so hard, I said, "Sherry, do you know your daddy, honey?" I shooed the flies out of her eyes. And when she looked at me... She was suffering so hard till one those little baby blue eyes had crossed.
I never could stand it to see a cross-eyed child from then. I've never seen one pass the platform but what was healed...?... That right? I seen four hundred and something cross-eyed children healed in six months. Oh, when I see a cross eyed child I think of my little Sherry laying there. She was suffering so hard until that that--her little eyes crossed and her little hand tried to wave at me.

L-114  And I said, "Know, daddy, honey?" and her little lips trying to speak to me like this, "goo" to me, and they were quivering; she's a dying. I put my hand over on her; I said, "O God, please God, don't take her. You took my wife; You took my daddy, and You've took... O God, isn't there forgiveness in Your great heart?" I said, "Please, dear God, please spare my baby." I thought, "Whatever I've...?..." I said, "Won't You do it, Lord? Looked just looked like a black sheet begin to unfold, coming down. Oh, I knowed she was gone.
I looked at her; I thought, "Oh, my, if I had it to live over again, they would never be trash. I don't care who would...?..." I thought, "Oh, if I could just go back, I'd never listen to another thing anybody told me; I would listen to God and Him alone. I'd listen to Him."
I looked down at her and I knowed she was going. I said...?... sweetheart, daddy's going to...?... you. You won't be so...?... just wave at me. I just done been...?... took up home. I said, "You're worried about...?... whether...?... street. I placed my hand over on her little head; I said, "Lord, You gave her and You taken her away. Though You slay me, yet I'll trust You. You're still my Saviour. I love You." I'm not a baby. But when I think about it, tears me to pieces.

L-115  I thought, "Oh, God, how You will just take that precious thing from my heart?" Then...?... yonder I said, "Not my will though, let thine be done. God, if You slay me, I'm just going to trust You."  I said, "God bless you, honey. Good-bye, Sherry. You're... I will put you in mother's arms in a few hours up there in a casket where she's laying now. And one day daddy will see you again." I stepped back and every bone in me seemed like, went to pieces. I dropped to the floor. The Angels of God come down and packed her little soul to be with her mother. She went to meet mother, tucked her little helpless body in the arms of her dear mother. We went out there to the graves and buried them. Reverend Smith from the Methodist church, walked up there and got the handful of dirt, said, "Ashes to ashes and dust unto dust and earth to earth." Them old clods begin to beat on top of that casket as it went down in the grave. I raised up, I couldn't stand it.


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