<TITLE>04. Par 10-12</TITLE>L-10 This is my first time in life to ever set foot on the soil here, and I have been around the world and back again. And so... But the first time to ever be in North, or South Carolina. The only two states that I've never been in in my life, until this time. I don't mean this to any harm, to any other people here from different countries, but you know, as I said, the Lord said, one time when He turned water into wine, He had kept the best at the last. I don't mean that to any harm, for any other places, because the people have been very nice; but you are a nice people, because you love the Lord Jesus.
Now, in reading His Word today, just for a short message. And put just as much time... I've instructed the boys to let me stand just as long as I can stand today to pray for the sick.
You might wonder, why it is. It's so much questioned that I might tell to these fine minister brothers. Wished I had time to go home with each one of you and talk with you; you're a fine bunch of brothers. I don't say that just because you're setting here. Each night when the anointing of the Holy Spirit comes, I feeled your spirit, and I know you're... That's when He knows you. And I appreciate you. I think that the little, your cooperation together in the Name of the Lord, I believe God will add to the number of the fold here in Columbia, many thousands of people in the coming revival.

L-11 The reason of weakness... Let's see if I can approach it in a childlike way, so you'd understand. May I say it like this. Most all poets, or prophets, or spiritual-led men, are considered neurotics. Do you know that? Let's see. Let me... One of your great southern writers, Stephen Foster, he was a marvelous man. Many of you taken their history and read of Stephen Foster. He was a wonderful man. And he gave America some of its best folk songs: "The Old Folks at Home," "Swanee River," "Old Black Joe," and many of those famous old songs, "Old Kentucky Home." That's just beyond a little place where he wrote that, that's where I was born. And in the state of Kentucky...

L-12 But did you notice, Mr. Stephen Foster, he would go up into inspiration. And when he was in the inspiration, he'd write a song. Then when he come out of the inspiration, he'd get drunk. See? He just lost himself. There's something like being up, it ain't bad while you're there, not while you're here; it's in between them places that gets you.
And finally, after Mr. Foster, you know his history, after writing all those songs, he got carried away in the inspiration, when he come out, he called his servant, and took a razor, and committed suicide.
You're acquainted, probably with William Cowper. I stood at his grave in London, England, when I was there, praying for King George. And I... Out at his grave, I thought of Mr. Cowper. He wrote that famous song: "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood," drawn from Immanuel's veins, when sinners plunged beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stains. You've sang it many times.
After writing that song, did you ever read the history of it? He tried to find the river to commit suicide himself. See? He had left inspiration. I stood by his grave and wept. I had a feeling for him. He was considered neurotic, nervous, or mentally upset.


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