<TITLE>05. Par 14-15</TITLE>L-14 And I appreciate--many of you people are poor people, and tonight, you probably maybe put in the last nickel you had. And on that great day, when we stand up there at the judgment seat of Christ, and you hear those heathens screaming, when, I--after you hear my name called, and I got to come up and stand on--the tape recording will be played, and the screen will show it all, and some of those natives and heathens from the other countries, saying, "Oh, Brother Branham, if you hadn't of come, I'd of been lost." and then God will look down to you and say, "You were the ones that sent him."
If there's any blessings to be got out of it, may you receive it. 'Cause I'm just doing it as a duty. Each one of you could do it. God sent me, and you're the one that's helping me go. May God bless you richly and restore to you a hundred fold. I'd be glad to have prayer with you at any time. You pray for me. May we meet again is my prayer somewhere this side of the river of life, and have a good old fashion meeting again here in America before we cross the waters. I mean that last water.

L-15 I'm not getting any younger. I'm already forty-five years old, and them's been some rough years. And one of these days, I realize that my--I'm coming down to the river. Each time my heart beats, I'm going towards a great chamber called death. Every one of us is. Someday my heart will make its last beat, and I'll have to enter in. I don't want to go in like a coward. I want to go in there, just want to wrap myself in the robes of His righteousness, enter into the chamber of death knowing this: that I know Him in the power of His resurrection. That when He calls from among the dead, I'll come out.
When the last battle is fought, I've often wondered, most Branhams--the hardest too, and that's my mother. They get the palsy when they get real old; they shake a lot. They're high strung, nervous type of people. Grandpa died recently, nearly a hundred, shaking. I, too, may have the palsy when I get old, I don't know, but I can imagine being an old man coming down when every--my work's finished, and the cold waves of Jordan hit me in the face, and I know I got to cross over. I--I just want to look back down the path where I come, see a lot of tracks through the briar patches, and over the rough places. I don't desire a flower bed of ease, while others fought to win the prize, and sail through bloody seas. Let's have the rough way too. I must fight if I must reign. I must get some of the rough parts. I want to take off the helmet of salvation, lay it on the bank, stick the old sword of the Word, here back in the sheaf of eternity, and scream to the top of my voice, "Father, push out a lifeboat, I'm coming over home this morning." I believe He will be there to meet me. That's right. That's my faith that's built on nothing less than Jesus' Blood and righteousness, and all around my soul gives way, He's all my trust and stay, for on Christ the solid rock we stand. All other grounds is sinking sands.


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