<TITLE>20. Par 66-68</TITLE>L-66 Some of these days when life is over, my last prayer is prayed, I'm minutes from the last time to close my Bible, when the death angel's standing in the room, and the old vapor of the river Jordan's floating in my face, I'm going to expect Him to be there. When I go through the valley of the shadow of death, He will be there; don't worry; He promised He'd be there; and I'm relying on it. I am believing it. I will work till He comes. The Lord bless you while we pray.
My heavenly Father, in the Name of Thy beloved Child, the Lord Jesus, when I think of Your great sovereignty, how You have led the people through the age, Your Holy Spirit never left the earth, and won't, until He takes the Church to go to meet Jesus in the air and then forever be with Him.
God, there's many tonight that's outside of Christ, who doesn't know any forgiveness of sins; maybe they belong to church, but never been borned again, never knowed what it means to receive the Holy Spirit, never knows what it is to get away from intellectual reasonings, and should I do this or that? Oh, God, I pray tonight that Your Spirit will move in the building. And if there be such a person here tonight, may they, with a humble heart, raise their hands to You and say, "By this, God, I need to tell you this a way; I'm holding my hand to You, that I want to be a Christian from this hour on."

L-67 While we have our heads bowed, I wonder, anywhere in the building, if there'd be someone, such a person, who really hasn't been borned again and would like for me to remember you. If He will help me here to make the cripple to walk and the blind to see and the deaf to hear, surely, He'd hear my prayer for your soul. And you know, you've never received Christ in that manner and been borned again, you want me to remember you in a word of prayer, will you raise up your hand, in the building? God bless you, you. Oh, my, just look everywhere, everywhere.
Up in the balconies, to my left, is there any up there, say, "Brother Branham, I wish you remember me; I'm not a Christian. I want you to pray for me." God bless you, you. To the balconies, to the rear, is there anyone up there? Just raise your hand, say, "Brother Branham..." No one look now, just--just let the Lord...?... All right. God bless you.
Over to the balconies, to the right, say, "Here's my hand up. I'm not holding my hand to you, Brother Branham; I'm holding it to Christ." God bless you, young man; you'll never forget that. God be with you. Someone else on the bottom floor here anywhere? Raise your hand again to Christ; He sees you. God bless you brother, sister, God bless you, you, you. Yes.

L-68 Now, while you have your heads bowed, I'm going to remember you in prayer, and as soon as this service is over, I want you to come up around the altar and speak personally to Christ about it, won't you? Christians, join with me in a word of prayer now.
Our heavenly Father, many here, dozens of hands was held up, that they want to become a real Christian. What good's it going to... What's our friends going to do? What good is our church going to be even at that time? When the death is sweeping up our sleeves, our pulse is leaving, the doctor walks away from the door with his little satchel and tells the loved ones, "He's got just a few minutes, and he's gone." "She can't live long now; she's got probably fifteen more minutes and she will be gone." Oh, God, and we press our heaviness of dying--head against the pillow, and the pulse is coming up our sleeve, turning ice, O God, they'll remember this night; they'll never be able to get away from it.


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