<TITLE>07. Par 22-24</TITLE>L-22 About twenty minutes later, we were there, and looked at the little fellow. Somebody picked the other little boy up; he was still breathing. And they rushed him to the hospital. And so, this other little boy was dead. They'd laid a coat over him, they went to get the father and mother. The chief man of the city, which is like, equal to our mayor here, well, he was there. And they looked around. Brother Lindsay and them got out, looked at him. They come back crying, Brother Moore, 'cause they both had little boys here in America. I had my little Billy Paul.
I had been away from home for several weeks. I didn't want to see the little fellow. And after while, after getting him, we looked at the little fellow, and when I seen him, I knowed there was something strange about that little boy. And I said, "Ask these interpreters here, these ministers, rather, through the interpreter, Mrs. Isaacson; she may be right here in this meeting, for all I know. And I said, "Ask those ministers, if that little boy has ever been in a prayer line?"
"No, none of them knew him."

L-23 So then, I said, "There's something strange about the little lad." And then as I moved along, something just looked like, laid their hand here. I was excited, because the shock of seeing the little fellow dead. He was laying there, his little socks... The little boys over there, wear little bitty trousers, up like this, like they used to here, and real heavy ribbed stockings. And his little foot had went plumb through his sock, like. And his foot sticking out, his little limbs crooked up like that, his little mouth open, his eyes way back in the back of his head. And he was laying like that, and his tongue hanging out, the blood was running out of the side of his mouth. And there the little fellow lay. And his little, kind of boyish-looking hair cut, little crock... We call it down in the South, "a little crock hair cut," like the Finns, very typical.
And I looked at the little lad. And I thought, "There's something about that lad." I started to move on. And He spoke again. And I looked around again; they was fixing to take him up. They was going to try to get him out. And I happened to look, and I said, "Oh, there he is." I said, "I remember that lad." I said, "Brother Moore, look back here in the back of your Bible, and Brother Lindsay. What was wrote in there? You remember that vision I told you in America of a little boy going to be raised from the dead?"
"Yes."

L-24 I said, "Look." And they looked in the back of their Bible, and there it was, just exactly. The boy was a little poorly-dressed boy, about eight years old. Brother Bosworth you here, you remember, that night a little boy drowned down there in Florida, and they took me out to see if that was him. Brother Bosworth, if you're here, raise your hand, somewhere. If I--I'd just like to see if you're--if you're here in a vindication. Yes, there he is up there. All right. You remember it.
Now, when he, the little boy, they took me out, and I said, "That's not the little boy; he's about five years old, and black-headed. This little boy has got brown hair, real big brown eyes, set in like that." And I said, "He's going to be all mashed up." And I said, "It seems like it must've been a car accident, and then, look at this place here." I said, "This was a rocky country where rocks was lapped around one another, and great big tall evergreen trees. And there's none of that here." And that was just an irrigation ditch where the little lad was drowned down there. So when I seen this lad, I knew that was the boy. And you don't never know how you feel then.
Now, there was a boy dead, been dead for quite awhile. But the Lord, almost two years before it happened, had spoke His Word, that the boy would be there in that kind of a place, and that would be the boy. Oh, my friends, you'll never know how it feels to walk there. Then you know exactly where you're at.


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