<TITLE>06. Par 10-12</TITLE>L-10 You remember what I said? He told how the boy would be looking. He'd be killed by an automobile accident. There'd be stones laying lapped like that and green timbers standing up. The little boy'd have kind of what we call a crock haircut, brown eyes. His foot would be run through his little sock and so forth. That's just the way it was. I predicted it all around over the United States.
Two years later I was in Helsinki, Finland. We went from there up to Kuopio; that's in the Laplands. Coming down off the mountain one day... I seen we was having a marvelous meeting, and we'd went up there to show me the tower where they used to watch where the Germans would come in and--and bomb their little city over there and--and the Russians.

L-11 And on my road down I seen where a--a American made automobile had struck two little children, hit one under the chin and knocked him over against the tree, and crushed his brain against the tree, the fender. And the other one, run right over the other little boy and rolled him up under, and he kicked him way out across the road, and he was laying dead with some coats over him.
And the people in Finland they--they live in the city and--and farm out in the country and walk back and forth, very poor people.
And I, Brother Moore, and Brother Gordon Lindsay, and them went over to take a look at the little boy. And they come back and they were crying; they said, "Brother Branham, you ought to go see him."
I said, "I don't want to see him."
I'd been gone to France and England and many places, and I had a my little Billy Paul was just about that age then. I was homesick to see him, and I--I didn't want to go see that little dead boy.
So finally they persuaded me to go over. And when I went to look at the little lad, I looked down at him, and my heart was breaking to see the little fellow, and I turned away.

L-12 And when I turned away Something laid It's hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Brother Lindsay. And I looked around was nobody around me at all and a hand was still on my shoulder. See how stupid a preacher can be? So I looked down and I couldn't make it out what it was. And I looked again and I said, "Would you raise that coat back?"
And they'd gone to get the father and mother, and I just thought how that little father and mother's going to feel when they come in and found their little boy laying there dead. And he'd been dead about thirty minutes then. And they'd gone out in the country to get the father and mother.
And I said, "Would--could I look at that again?" So the interpreter spoke, and they raised it up. And I thought... Well, where... And I happened to look up and here come that rock's lapping down like this and them green timbers. I seen the little crock haircut, little brown eyes set back. Every bone in his body was broken, and his foot run through his sock. It was that boy perfectly.
And I said, "Brother Moore, come here, you and Brother Lindsay.  Look in the flyleaf of your Bible."
Said, "What's the matter?"
I said, "Read the flyleaf of your Bible." I asked everybody to write it in the flyleaf.
He looked down there and said, "A little boy'd be..." He said, "Well, Brother Branham, that's the boy."
I said, "That's him."
Oh, my, what a feeling. I don't care how many. You could take every scientist in the world, and stand them there, and every demon out of torment could be standing there, it's going to happen anyhow. It don't take faith then. God's already said it. It's going to be done.


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