<TITLE>13. Par 47-48</TITLE>L-47 Then He turns to the poor prostitute, looking at Him; she's standing there; her hair's dripping down, the tears all staining her cheeks. She wondered what He was going to say. Is He going to rebuke her and say, "Get out of here, you awful woman?" No. He turned to her, and He said, "Child, your sins which are many is all forgiven you. Your faith in Me has made you whole."
Oh, God, let me stand there. Let me stand where she stood. I'll get beside myself. Oh, God, it's a sinful world. Could only see it and would worship Him like that, then the same Words would come back. "All your sins are forgiven."
I'll probably never will be able to stand where she stood, but one of these days, I'm going to preach my last sermon; my last drop of perspiration will fall off of my face; last time tears will ever dim my eyes. I want to stand in His Presence, say, "I want to come up. I don't want a pallet. (I don't want...) I don't want nothing great. I just want to crawl up to His precious feet and pat them a little, kiss them once, and then turn away. It would pay me for everything I ever done. Let us pray.

L-48 Jesus, with dirty feet... O God, today the world's treating You the same way. So... They'll invite You. O God. How can You be so patient? You lovely One, the Rose of Sharon, Lily of the Valley, come to the earth, was raised from the dead, walking among us. Then people are ashamed of You. Oh...?... the Fountain of Life, the sweet One, the only One...

