<TITLE>03. Par 9-11</TITLE>L-9 We're happy to be in tonight, to be serving God, with you all. And now, the announcing that tomorrow and Sunday is our last days here as far as we know, then to Toledo, or Erie, and then from there to Shreveport, Louisiana, and then Southern Rhodesia, Africa, from there. Be expecting you to pray for me. As the meetings grow on it takes more of affect, all the time.
Last evening I had quite a time coming out from under the anointing. Many people doesn't understand that; I realize that. I never understood it so much until about a year ago. I was... Wondered how it was that that would make a human being feel the way it does, so weak, just... Your strength becomes so depleted, I just can't stand up; I can't hold myself together. And then I start shaking. I thought, "Wonder if that would..." But when I found out that our Master said, 'That virtue had gone from Him,' that settled it."

L-10 Then I was standing at the desk, the old Kentucky home, just across the river a ways from where I live now. It was my first trip there and I... Where Stephen Foster, the famous American poet in years gone by, who wrote his famous song, "My Old Kentucky Home..." If you'll notice, most always poets and prophets and so forth, are considered in the world neurotics. Did you ever think of that? They all always are misunderstood.
For instance, Stephen Foster, I think he gave America some of its best folk songs, "Old Folks At Home, Swanee River, Old Black Joe," and many of those good old heart songs that the southerners, as they gather around on the plantations and sing, cause the teardrops to run down the cheeks of many. And while I was, had my arm laying on his desk, the guide had gone through, and some from my Sunday school class, his picture was painted there, and the seraphim that was supposed to of touched him and give him his inspiration, was painted by him, I thought, "Mr. Foster," speaking to his picture, I said, "you had it in the head, but not in the heart."
He would go under inspiration from one of those songs, and he'd write the songs, and after he come out, he'd go away and get on a drunk. Stayed drunk for a long time. And then one day, after coming out from under inspiration, he called a servant, and took a razor and cut his throat, committed suicide.

L-11 How many knows that famous old song:
 There Is A Fountain filled with blood
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
 Where sinners plunged beneath the flood,
 Lose all their guilty stains:
 The dying thief rejoiced to see
 That fountain in his day;
 There may I, though vile as he,
 Wash all my sins away.
The famous English poet William Cowper wrote that song. I stood by his grave a few months ago. I just couldn't keep from shedding a few tears for him. Look there and see Charles Wesley laying there, and Bunyan that wrote the "Pilgrim Progress," the cousin of John Wesley wrote "Robinson Caruso," Wesley himself cross the road.
I thought of William Cowper, he was considered in England, an neurotic, a little off. And how that he would go into the inspiration and finally he went way into the inspiration and wrote this marvelous song, "There Is A Fountain filled with blood." While he was up there, he was in the Spirit, but when he dropped back down, he tried to find the river to drown himself, commit suicide. It's so foggy they couldn't get him. He couldn't get to the river, William Cowper.


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