<TITLE>12. Par 47-49</TITLE>L-47 "O Lord, Thy lovekindness is better to me than my own life. My soul thirst after Thee, like I was in a dry land. And like the hart for the water brook my soul must find Thee or perish." When the Branham Tabernacle gets to that place, the little isms will drop out the doors. The differences will be all settled out and Christians will be Christians and there... This will be a spot that'll be talked of around the world when any congregation of people will thirst for God in that manner. "Thy lovekindness is better to me, O Lord, than life." Let us pray.
Our blessed Father and God, as we come to Thee now at the close of this little message, we pray that the hungering, and thirsting, will be in this little church this morning like never before. May men, women, boys, and girls today in the--in under the roof here, and outside, or wherever they may be, may they hear the Gospel, and know that there's something that--that makes them thirst for something. Oh, such an unrest. You said it would be a time like this, unrest, perplexed of time, distress between nations. Oh, if they would only take that craving for more power, craving for more bombs, craving for those things, and convert it into a crave for God's righteousness, then the Son of Righteousness would come with healing in His wings.
And when Israel travailed, then children was born. And I pray, Father, that You'll put that thirst in our hearts today, that there's no satisfaction nowhere in the world, only at the noise of Thy waterspout. O Lord, let the deep call to the deep." Grant it, Father. We pray in Christ's Name.

L-48 And while we have our heads bowed, I wonder in the church this morning if someone would raise your hand and say, "Brother Pastor, pray for me, I..." while Brother Neville and I look. God bless you, brother. "I want Christ. I want a thirst in my heart like that. I'm just so sick and tired of going here and halfway this way, and that way. I really want to thirst after God. Pray for me, Brother, Pastors." Will you raise... God bless you, sis. God bless you, lady. God bless you, brother. Someone else, raise your hand, say, "Pray for me as..." God bless you, sister. All right. Someone else now, just before closing. Raise your hand. Say, "Pray for me." God bless you, lady. Certainly. I want it, too. God bless you, sister, back there. Let... At the noise of Thy waterspouts...

L-49 O God, make--make--make me to know that I'm a frail person, that I don't know just what time these little fragile threads of life is going to break, and I'm going out into eternity. But let me be so, O God, that my soul is so thirsty for Thee, that I'll want no more drinking, no more smoking, no more lying, no more to do with sin. Let my affections be set on things above. Grant it to me, O God, as I raise my hand." God bless you, and you, and you, and you. God bless you. Father sees your hands. Certainly, the--the omnipresent God. God bless you.
Just confess it right now while you're setting there. Just confess. Say, "Lord, put that thirst in me." Children, do you know this, that you're not going to reach God anything less than that? Is that--that deep thirst, that--that something that longs for God... Just like the poor little deer. Could you imagine him? He's wounded, he's dying. It's either the water brook or death. And he must... Could you see him raising his little head, and he's sniffing. He's smelling the air. The blood's running down. He's got to get to that water brook. He's got to do it. Every little speck, every little green twig, he's going towards it. He must have it. Are you that thirsty for God?


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