<TITLE>13. Par 40-43</TITLE>L-40 The Angel of God come...?... "Boy, wake up." Talked to him, said, "Oh, what about you just get back home to...?...
"Think of my father that has all the wealth that he has and all the things that he has given to me. Here I am laying here, dying of hunger, laying in a hog pen, eating slop." The Bible said he came to himself.
And that's what the church needs to do today, is come to themselves, to realize Who--Who is your Father, for sometimes we act as though we have no heavenly Father. For all the goodness of heaven belongs to the church: Divine healing, salvation, freedom from worry or anything, all belongs to the church. Jesus died, and we are--we inherit all that God has through Him--heirs of the Kingdom, rich...
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holds the wealth of this world in His hands.
That's how we are. We just come to ourselves. Oh, I can see him as he begin to come to himself and say, "Oh, if I could just go home. But I've sinned, and I'm no more... I'm not worthy to go home. So what can I do?"

L-41 To me, I can think clear to the time when he was just a little boy. When he was sick and mother brought...?... and back-and-forth, up-and-down...?... And now there's nobody to love and care for him. He's out in the cold world to shift for himself. All he hears is grunting...?... And I can hear him begin to sing an old song, maybe that his mother knew. I believe it goes something like this:
If I could hear my mother pray again,
If I could hear her tender voice again,
How glad I would be, would mean so much to me,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
Is there old mother there that you'd like to hear her pray this afternoon. Many of you...?... Oh, if you could hear your mother pray...?... May God look down from up...?... pray now...

L-42 Then I notice down there...?... I can see father getting real restless, get up and put on his coat and walk out to see a moonlight night, looks down across the path, wondering, "Where is his boy?" Old song my daddy used to sing when we first...?... old father singing like this. I used to see dad. He had an old red handkerchief; he used to carry out and was sticking halfway out of his pocket. He used to get up and sing this song:
Oh, where is my boy tonight?
Oh, where is my boy tonight?
My heart overflows,
For I want him to know.
Oh, where is my boy tonight?

L-43 Oh, my. Looking down the road to his boy who is far away... I can see the boy come to himself, there it sound like he could hear his mother praying. The Angels of God waiting to take the message, I can hear him raise and sing and say:
Tell mother I'll be there (Let's all sing it.)
In answer to her prayer.
This message guardian angels to her bear.
Tell mother I'll be there,
... heaven's joys with her to share.
Yes, tell my darling mother I'll be there.
How many's mother has gone on today? Let's see your hands. Let's just hold our hands and sing that.
Tell mother... (Did you promise her you'd meet her?)
In answer to her prayer.
This message guardian angel to her bear.
Tell mother I'll be there,
... heaven's joys with her to share.
Yes, tell my darling mother I'll be there.


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