<TITLE>06. Par 16-19</TITLE>L-16 And she said, "I been waiting here since three o'clock, to see you." Said, "When I seen you coming down the street, and you was the same man I saw in a dream, and I knowed you was the parson." And she said, "Won't you come in?"
And when she opened up the gate, little chain hanging to it, and I walked in to that little, colored person's house that morning, there was no rug on the floor, just a little, old, iron bed shed. But I tell you, if I ever walked into the Presence of God, I did there. There wasn't no pinups on the wall. There was a little picture hanging over the door, saying, "God bless our home," clean.
And I looked around, laying on the little iron bed, was a great, big, husky fellow. And he had the--the--the quilt in his hand, like this (or blanket, rather), he's going, "Uh, uh, uh."
And I said, "What's the..." I said, "Good morning, young man."

L-17 She said, "Parson, he don't know nothing." Said, "He hasn't knowed nothing for two days." Said, "All he talks about, he says he's out in a big deep sea, and it's all dark, and he's lost." And she started crying. And she said, "If I could only hear him say that he was saved," said, "I'd be willing to give him up."
And so, I said, "Well, has the doctors done..."
Said, "They can't do nothing for him, parson. He's too far gone." It was syphilitic. And said, "It's too far gone. It's done eat his heart out, holes through it." And said, "There's nothing could be done for him."
I said, "Auntie, do you know what my name is?"
And she said, "No, sir. I's never seen you before, till I dreamed about you."
And I said, "My name is Branham." I said, "I pray for the sick. Did you ever hear of me?"
She said, "No, sir, I never did."
And I said, "Will you pray with me?"
She said, "Yes, sir."

L-18 And when we knelt down there that morning, in that little, old, humble home... I been into four kings' palaces, praying for them. King George of England, and Gustav, and so forth. I've been in some of the best homes there is in the nation, but I never was any more welcome than I was in that little shanty that morning, when she made me welcome.
I knelt down on the floor; I looked over at her. I said, "Auntie, would you lead in prayer?"
She said, "Yes, parson."
And a prayer that would make the hair stand on the back of your neck to hear that poor, old, sainted woman, those big, black cheeks, and the tears running down, how she pleaded out to God. "God, don't let my baby die. Let me hear him say one time that he's saved. Lord, and I--I... His mammy will be satisfied."
I thought, "God, bless her poor, old heart."
She raised up and begin to wipe her eyes. I felt his feet cold and sticky. He kept going, "Uh, uh!" Said, "Oh, it's so dark. Uh."

L-19 And so I knelt down, laid my hands over on the boy's feet. And I said, "I'll pray now, Auntie." And I said, "Heavenly Father, here it is after nine o'clock; the plane's done gone." I said, "And I don't know. You told me to come down here, and the only thing I know to do was to walk. If this is the place that You've sent me, I pray that You'll hear the prayer, and will answer for this poor woman."
And you know what? He begin to go, "Uh." He said, "Mammy, oh mammy." He said, "It's getting light in the room." And in about five minutes from then, he was setting on the bed, talking to us.
And I hurried out, called me a cab, and got back to the hotel. And you know what? I rushed over to the airport, real quick, after getting my... And the plane was just making its first call. God, for that poor, illiterate, colored woman, grounded that plane, and left it, and held it there until her prayer was answered. I tell you, God in His sovereign grace; He's God. Oh, my. Thousands of those things could be called tonight. For that poor, ignorant, colored woman, He stopped and grounded a plane in a storm and held it there.


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