<TITLE>23. Par 71-72</TITLE>L-71 You come. My brother, knowing that life is very short for you unless something can happen. You have cancer, blackness gathering over you. The devil knows that if you could just use a little faith, he's whipped. Won't you believe Him, my brother? Have... Will you serve God all your life?
Almighty God, I condemn the devil, and ask that my brother lives. And, Satan, you're exposed. Come out of him, in Jesus' Name. Amen. Don't doubt, now. Go believing. You can have what you ask for if you believe. Uh-huh.
You believe with all your heart? You believe me to be His servant, sister? Don't be excited. You're just a little nervous, but it's not in my presence; it's Him that you can tell. You want to get over your stomach trouble? You believe that God sent me to pray for you? If I will ask Him, will you go on, eat, and believe? Would you come near?
Father, with bowed heads and bowed hearts, Satan has robbed this poor woman, seeing that her life hasn't been a flower bed of ease, a dark strain following her. Oh, you demon, I bring her to Calvary. In the Name of Jesus, you're defeated. Jesus said, "These signs shall follow them that believe: If they lay their hands on the sick, they'll get well." You'll have to leave her. Come out. In the Name of Jesus Christ, may you go.
The life that was eating you, making the ulcer, that caused the burning and going on, it's gone now. You get well.

L-72 You believing? Everybody? Has God finally come to your heart? I know I have to go; they're pushing my sides, and I--I must. God bless you. I've told you the truth. And God's testified that I told you the truth. Now, do you believe God? Then do as I tell you. You'll see the glory of God.
Each one of you lay your hands over on each other as believers. Someone... Little boy, little boy with the red shirt on here, come around here just a minute. Lay your hands on the lady with the wheelchair there. Put your hands over on her. That's it. Right there, honey. Right there. Put your hands over on the lady.
O, God, this poor mother with her...?... on. Long time you've laid like that, brother, you in the wheelchair. Just move a little farther, would you?
You, setting there with the cancer, about to die, God will heal you. Have faith. Let us bow our heads.
"They shall lay their hands on the sick, and they shall recover," saith the Lord. Don't disbelieve now; have faith. Each one of you pray this prayer; as I repeat it, you say it.
Heavenly Father, I come to Thee in the Name of Thy Son, the Lord Jesus. I'm unworthy of the healing, but I am taught that Jesus died that I may have it. And I now believe it, and I accept it. And I shall act my faith. And I will go from here tonight, believing I'm healed, testifying I'm healed, and defeating the enemy on every corner, believing that You'll confirm Your Word in me, through Jesus' Name.


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