<TITLE>05. Par 15-16</TITLE>L-15 I started off. You know the story, and tonight I'm here in my home state where I was born. I love it. I love its people. And I'm here to do my best to represent Him Who loved us and has redeemed us from our sins by the washing of His Blood by His Word.
And I say with David, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all of His benefits; Who forgives all of our iniquities, Who healeth all thy diseases."
My Christian friends, by a Divine gift tonight, if I can represent Jesus Christ to you, and you can believe on Him a little stronger, heal your sickness, and sinner, He'll forgive you of your sins, I'll be a very happy man when I lay down on the pillow tonight.
If I shall not rise tomorrow, God sees fit, I've done my best; and I've told the truth. I've been honest. The gift of God has been tested in every nation, under every demon power that could come up. Through all kinds of demonology and scientists, and then it's--it's went through the fiery pit. There hasn't been a time but what God has come out victorious and overrode.
I've been...?... to be sincere with you as my fellow citizens of the kingdom of God in central...?... Kentucky, and may God bless you. May the Angel of God Who's fed me all my life and brought me to this spot, may He come present tonight and confirm that I've told you the truth; that's my prayer, while we bow our heads.

L-16 Dear Lord, from the depths of my heart I said these few words to these fine people. Many of them are poor people that...?... we're all...?... for our...?... and our souls, knowing that soon we're to lay down, leave it all, cross over the river. And someday I too get to come down there. As beginning to know the years are slipping on, I know it's getting closer and closer. And some...?... day I've got to come down to the crossing. Father, I've asked You long ago not to let me have trouble at the river. I want to go over peaceful at that time. And when I preach my last sermon, prayed for the last sick person, closed the Bible, I've fought my way through every briar patch, over every hill, taking every...?... and all extra, and maybe an old man, as Branhams usually do, break down with palsy, shakes. I can see myself standing yonder, stooped over as an old sick man on a cane...?... but when...?... the Jordan's bank I face, I know I must go. And Father, I want to lay the helmet down on the shore, stick the sheaf--the sword back in the...?... of His benefits, I want to cross over, click out the light bulb, let me come over home, Lord, to a better land. And there may I meet every one that's in this meeting tonight, happy, immortal bodies. They'll never pray for sick no more, for there'll never be no sickness or no sorrow.
And, Father, while we're here in this battle of life, let us be strong and courageous, knowing that just across the water yonder lays the...?... for eternity. And help us to come at that day as great warriors with battle scars all over us, showing the results of a battle.
Must I be carried home to heaven
On a flowery bed of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail through bloody seas?
Said the poet. God, let us come that way. Just keep us.
Now, tonight, may the Holy Spirit come; may the angels of God encamp about every one here. May the great power of the resurrected Lord Jesus just shadow over. May the angels of God split their wings over this building; and they distill dewdrops of Divine healing drop on every sick person. May pardon from sin drop on every sinner and may they be saved and be healed. For we ask it in the Name of Thy beloved Child, Jesus Christ. Amen.


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