<TITLE>05. Par 14-15</TITLE>L-14 Heavenly Father, the hour is here, the building's warm, but it's time. The time has come. I remember once, our dear Lord, when You looked up and said, "Father, the hour has come." The hour has come for what? O God, the hour has come now for people to believe. The hour has come for falling away of the church. The hour has come that religion would spread the world without salvation; form of godliness, denying the power thereof. The hour has come. The hour has come for Your church to rise. This hour has to come for You're, raise out of the dust and shake herself and come to herself and realize, positionally, that she is the Church of the living God and has rights over every... Every redemptive blessing that You promised to her, they're hers tonight. God, the hour has come. Now, grant, Lord.
And the hour has come now at this hour for to pray for the sick. Almighty God, I pray that You'll send Your Angel tonight, and may He go through this building and heal so many sick people that tomorrow there'll be formal wells stopped up everywhere, testimonies going everywhere, and people a testifying of the glory of God. And let them know that the Church of God is rising, spreading forth her wings for that great flight that's coming. God, may men move away from them wish and hope tonight, until a perfect understanding of God's plan and be healed tonight. Grant it, Father. Hear the prayer of Your servant. I pray in Jesus Christ's Name. Amen.

L-15 All right, God bless you. Now, if the organist [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] ...?... hear me.
I want to say one thing. I've got a little girl. I got a boy here that's... God may give me another one; I don't know. That boy's mother's dead. I've been daddy and mother, both, to him. And I love him. He's my only boy I have. And God knows how I love him. I pray that God will make him a man after God's heart. That's what I pray. He's just in this adolescent age, the dangerous time of life. I desire all of you to pray for my boy. And he's a good boy, but he's got a little sister coming along, about six years old. That little sister, if God will just let me live, mother and I, to raise that child in the admiration of God, God's going to use that child. That little thing set in the balcony the other night, and a poor old mother laying here dying with cancer, she was laying back in there somewheres, and I went out to the car. I couldn't get to myself good, and my boy kept saying, "Can you drive, dad?"
I said, "I believe so, sonny." I kept coming along. I felt all right. I was a little weak and trembly. I started off, and I heard her mother trying to hush the little girl, and I said, "What's the matter with Rebekah?" And--and she was trying to tell me something, and I was trying to keep my eye on traffic and things, driving slow along on the right hand side. After a bit, she come put her little arms around me, started crying. She's setting up there in the balcony. And she said, "Daddy," she just had her two little front teeth pulled, and the little naked place there, without her teeth. She was crying, her little heart trembling, she said, "When you said for all that wanted to be prayed for tonight hold up their hand," said, "this poor little old mother was laying back there. She couldn't see you. You couldn't see her, daddy, and she held up her hands, and the people were standing up and you didn't see her, and she was trying to get you to see her hand." Said, "Daddy, something told me, 'if you'd pray for her, Jesus going to heal her.'" That struck on my heart.


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