<TITLE>06. Par 25-28</TITLE>L-25 Daniel, will you testify tonight? "Most surely will I testify." he said. "I stood one day while the Spirit was upon me, and I saw the Gentile world all formed together. And I beheld until there was a Stone cut out of the mountain without hands, Who rode into the image and smites it. I saw all nations come to the Ancient of Days, Whose hair was as white as the snow. That's what I think of Him." What a marvel...
Let's ask his mama. If anybody ought to know Whose Son it was, his mama ought to know. "Mary, will you testify?"
"Most surely will I testify."
"Mary, you are His mother. He laid the first nine months under your heart. What think ye of Christ, Mary? Whose Son is He?"

L-26 She said, "I knew not a man. But one day on the road down the great Angel Gabriel stood before me and said, "You're going to bear a Child, and that holy Thing will be called a Son of the living God." I believe her.
I think the final notice--the final word that ought to settle it before all nations, both heaven and earth. Let's ask God about it, see what He says about it.
One day upon the Mount Transfiguration there come a great cloud from heaven and overshadowed them. And Jesus was set out to one side, and His raiment did shine as the sun. God, what about this Man that the Jews turn down? What about this that the Gentiles love pleasure more than they love? Who is this? Listen to God's Own Word. "This is My beloved Son in Whom I am well pleased, hear ye Him." That should settle it once forever. Every man or woman that's ever amounted to anything has believed that.

L-27 Let's call a poet on the scene. Eddie Perronet, he and his writings was rejected; and he was a man cast out, but he loved the Lord. And he did not go to the arm of flesh, but he went to the God Who answers prayer.
And setting in his office one day under the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, Eddie Perronet picked up the pen and wrote the inauguration song.
All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let ev... let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Blind Fanny Crosby, who was tortured through her life by scornful hands and making fun of her because she wouldn't write worldly songs. What think ye, Fanny Crosby? Let's call you here. And what do you think of Him? Whose Son is He? What does He mean to you, Fanny Crosby?"
And when she picked up the pen she wrote,
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Thou the Stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Or whom in heaven but Thee?
Another one wrote.
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified, freely forever:
Someday He's coming--oh, glorious day!
What think ye of Christ and Whose Son is He? What's your opinion of Him? What do you think about Him?

L-28 "William Branham, what's your opinion?" Oh, my. If I had ten million tongues to speak with, I could never express my thoughts to Him. Laying yonder on the bed, come up out of a sinful family, and the doctors looked at me and said, "You got three minutes to live." And all of a sudden Something passed my way; it was the blessed Son of God Who saved me from sin, and healed my blinded eyes, and put me out to preach the Gospel.
Oh, how I love Him, how I adore Him. I couldn't express what I think of Him. What kind of people ought we to be?
Sometime ago down in the south they used to buy slaves, and they would sell them just like you do on the--the market of cars. And a buyers would come by, and buy those people and sell them from one place to another. And one day a slave buyer came by. And those slaves were very disheartened because they were away from their home. They would have to whip them with whips to make them work. They'd never go back to see their loved ones no more; they were slaves. And they were so discouraged.


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