<TITLE>25. Par 71-73</TITLE>L-71 I tell you, brother, there's nothing like the love of God. Do you love Him tonight? Is He your Saviour? Have you got love that you can project to Him, that in your dying hours, sovereign grace... Yes, I've got to come to the end of the road someday; that's true, brother. One of these nights I'll preach my last sermon. I'll close this Bible for the last time. I know probably, I hope I'm an old man, perhaps, a few gray beards hanging around. But I'm leaning on the staff, when I come to the end of the road. Oh, my.
I want to look back down through every briar patch and every hill, everywhere my footprints has been, I hope it's ground for Jesus. When I know I've fought the last hour, I know I've sung the last song, I've prayed my last prayer, I've preached my last sermon, and I'm standing on the banks of the Jordan, the old breakers is dashing against my soul, the doctors walk away, the saints stand with bowed heads, and I feel the breakers coming in on my soul...
Oh, take the helmet off, lay it down on the river bank. Oh, unbuckle the sandals and slip them off. I want to take the Sword and stick It back in the sheaf of eternity, raise both hands up, say, "Send out the Lifeboat, Lord. I'm coming home this morning." Don't worry, He will be there. He will be waiting. I want to live for Him now. That I, that I go down through the valley of the shadow of death, I want two glossy wings of the Holy Spirit to bear me over the river. He will be there, if you'll just trust Him.

L-72 Let us speak to Him now. Our heavenly Father, as we are in here in this great revival in the great Shreveport, these dear southern people, Lord, kind and nicest I've ever met in my life, humble, even to the sinners... Seems to be such a lovely people. Not saying it before them, Lord, I'd be a hypocrite to pray like that just for them. I'm talking to You, Lord. See many of them still in sin, and still in darkness, still they don't know the love of God; they don't know the loving Lord Jesus and what, really many of them are trusting, because they belong to church. Many of them are believing if they'd be saved at that day, because that they're in good standing with their neighbor, or with their pastor, or with the church. Many of them think because they know the Bible real well.
O Christ, I'm persuaded tonight, that except a man is born again, except his whole nature, his whole lookout, that temper, that indifference towards Christ is changed and humbled her, brought down the sweetness, brought down to a place to where God can lead...

L-73 I'm thinking of the hundreds of letters from Germany, Switzerland, across the world people sent in, saying, "Pray for me, like you did that old opossum."
O God, if You could lead an ignorant opossum, and lay at the steps, You could stop a fierce bull, the bear that had his paw on my shoulder, O God, You Who could ground that airplane for a little old colored woman, that society would hardly even look at, that the officials of the city probably would study where they would think whether she was worthy enough to be fed if she was starving, and yet, You loved her enough, because she loved You, that You brought an airplane out of the skies, held it down on the ground, and marched a poor ignorant boy down there to pray a prayer of faith for her.
Into my heart, the feeling that I was...?... by a saint. To see You project Your Divine love and sovereign grace move in and heal that poor boy with four-plus blood, made a Christian out of my happy hearted mother, perhaps in Memphis yet tonight...


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