<TITLE>31. Par 39-39</TITLE>L-39 Now, look. I went in; I will never forget this experience. We... They come and got me from Piccadilly Hotel, and we went up into this minister's place. And when I got up there, oh, if ever I seen a sad sickly sight, I seen it there. She couldn't move her hands. She was laying there. And she was trying to move her lips. Her nurse got down, two of them, and they said, "Have Brother Branham to ask God to let me die." How could I ask God to let her die?
And the nurse said, "Brother Branham," said, "she prayed so hard. She has always believed if she could ever get where you were at, that God would heal her.
Oh, when I think of that... I stood there. There was Brother Baxter, Brother Lindsey, Brother Moore, those Anglican ministers, all of them standing there and the nurses, a dying woman. She was trying to move her lips, something else and some tears rolling down her cheeks, just bones.
The nurse got down said, "She wants me to lift her hand up to you. And they lifted that skeleton hand, put in mine, just as hard as that bone. What a feeling. And she said something. The nurse got down; she wants you to see her body, this is a mixed audience, but remember me like a doctor. They took the sheet from over her. Oh, if your heart would sink. As a woman is in her bosom is in her bosom here, all sunk through to her ribs, just ribs laying there, just a frame like some mummy. And her body down in here, her hips, even the... so thin until the ring of the hip, the skin was sticking between, stuck together between there. Oh, I don't see how they could move the poor thing. Why she was living, I don't know. The thickest parts about her was right here in the stomach part and it was just about like that. I never seen... Her legs was about that big around.
I said, "Can she move?"
Said, "No, she's perfectly helpless." Said, "She wants you." Said, "She--she wants to die, but she's tried to see you." Said, "I..." The nurse said, "I believe she'll die now right away, Brother Branham." Said, "'Cause she has wanted to see you before she died."
Oh, my. I looked at the poor thing. I thought, "Oh, I'm... Jesus." I said, "Let's pray, brethren." All of them gathered together, knelt down around the bed, and around praying. There was a little window like this. Now, if I can geographically get myself, the window set that way, and it's awful foggy and dark in England. It was around April. It was kind of foggy day, and the window was up: two story. And it was up like this there. It was business. You know how England is, you just come from there.


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