<TITLE>13. Par 39-41</TITLE>L-39 Realize, we're not Saint Paul. But You're still the same Jesus. And it was You, Lord, that the people were looking to, in Your servant, Paul the apostle. Paul's hands was like any other man's. But their respects to You through him, knowing that You were chosen, that he was chosen of You, and they feared God.
And I pray now, that You will bless these handkerchiefs and when they're laid upon the sick and afflicted, may the evil spirits go out of the people. That poor old mother waiting tonight, and that little sick baby, waiting for these handkerchiefs, when it's laid upon them, may they rise and be made well.
Send the Holy Spirit, Lord. May He come into our midst, just now, and reproduce to we the believers tonight, not because that He'd have to do it, but for a confirmation of His Word, which we believe. Saying, "The things that I do shall you also." May He come tonight and confirm that Word with signs and wonders, great outstanding miracles.
May He Who stood by Paul and Silas, stand by us tonight, spreading forth His great arms of glory over this building. And may the power of God catch every heart, just now. And may there not be a feeble one among us when we leave. And as we go, may we say like those from Emmaus, "Did not our hearts burn within us?" May You do something like You did that night.
You done something in a way You did it, and no other man could do it just the way You did, breaking that bread.

L-40 And now, Father, in this prayer line tonight, do something that they'll know that no other Man can do it but You. And then we'll go away with the same blessings, to rejoice, to join with the rest of the people in this city and say, "Our hearts burned within us."
"Come, see the Man that told me all things that I ever done," like the Samaritan woman. And we'll bow our heads humbly and give Thee praise. For we ask it in the Name of Thy beloved Son, Jesus. Amen.

L-41 What was it you told me, prayer card? M. That's the same we had last night, we're still in M's tonight. I think we had the last part of them last night, if I remember right. Last part of M's.
I didn't think, or at least they told me... when I leave the building, that anointing, and you... there's no need of me trying to explain it, there's just no way of doing it. You just feel like you're--you're stepping off the world somewhere; and you can't walk and...
"Oh," you say, "Brother Branham, I don't believe that." I know there's a little doubt about it, but that don't change it a bit; just the same. I want to ask you something. When I make those statements, I--I feel that people wonder about that. They... Look, all prophets, seers, poets, inspired people, always are considered by the world, neurotics.
I believe Stephen Foster was the greatest folk song writer America ever had. Many of you know Stephen Foster's literature, "The Old Folks At Home," "Swanee River," "Old Kentucky Home." That old Kentucky home is just across the river from where I live.
One day setting there, not long ago, at his desk where... valued, I forget, at how many thousand dollars years ago, where he wrote that famous song, "My Old Kentucky Home." I was setting there looking at his picture, and it's supposed to be an Angel that touched him, give him his inspiration, fine looking man.
In the Suwannee hotel, not long ago, when I was with E. Stanley Jones, down in Florida, I was thinking the same thing. I thought, "Mr. Foster, you had it in the head but not the heart." He would get up in inspiration. He was borned under that sign for a writer. You can't do it. It's a gift of God. You...


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