<TITLE>12. Par 42-44</TITLE>L-42 And she said, "I--I prayed." And said, "I was on my knees all night last night." And she said, "Along about three o'clock this morning I dreamed a dream," and said, "the Lord said for me to come here and stand at this gate, that He'd send the parson down wearing a light suit and a light hat." Said, "I knowed you."
God works on both ends of the line, you know. Could you imagine God stopping that airplane for that colored woman way down there? That shows the sovereignty and love. God's no respect of persons: sure not. And that poor colored woman she knowed God.
And I--I patted her on the back. And her back was damp. She had been standing out there in that dew that morning. She was standing there. She said, "No, suh. I haven't left here. I was standing right here. God told me you was coming."
I said, "Lady, my name is Branham."
She said, "Branham?" she said, "I'm glad to meet you."
I said, "Did you ever hear of me?"
She said, "No, sir. I don't believe I ever did."
I said, "I pray for the sick."
She said, "Yes, sir." And she said, "Won't you come in?"

L-43 And friends, I've walked in king's palaces, several of them. But that morning with an old plow point hanging there on a piece of a chain for a weight to pull the gate together, I walked in that little old haunt of a house there, whitewashed. I walked into the door, a little old iron bedstead setting here. The floors just as white as they could be, yellow poplar scrubbed off, a sign up over the door, "God bless our home." I'd rather see that than all the pinups you could have, and all of the world, and all the fancy fine rugs, and whatevermore. I was welcome in that little home that morning.
I walked in that place there, and that poor old Aunt Jemima, she says, she said, "Come--come in." And I walked in, and she said, "Now, here he is."
And he had a--the blankets in his hand like this. And he was going, "Umm, umm, umm." Great big husky looking fellow, young fellow, looked to be in nineteen, twenty years old, fine looking fellow. And I put my hand on his feet, and it was just as cold as it could be, just as cold. I knew death was on the boy. That's all there was to be to it.
And he... I said, "Don't he know nothing?"
She said, "No, sir." She said...
I said, "Well, what's he going on like that about?"

L-44 She said, "Well, he's been saying that he is out in a big dark ocean oaring around, and he can't see no light." And she said, "Parson, I just can't stand to see my baby die like that." And she said, "The Lord wants you to pray for him, and then He's going to save his soul before he dies." Said, "I just feel that He's going to do it."
And I said, "Well, sure, auntie, we believe." I said, "Let's--let's pray, auntie."
And she said... She reached over and kissed him on the head. She said, "God bless mommy's baby."
I thought, "Mommy's baby, that shows the love of a mother. No matter how demoral and debauched and how old, how--whatever it is, a mother's love wades right on through it." I thought, "If a mother's love will do that how much more will the love of God?"
"Yea, a mother may forget her suffering babe, but never will I forget you. For your names are engraved on the palms of My hands." Is that right?
I thought... Then she kissed him and knelt down. Well, I asked her. I said, "Would you lead in prayer, auntie?"


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