<TITLE>11. Par 42-44</TITLE>L-42 "But every son that cometh to God must be chastened and tried." Then all of a sudden, I was left alone to make my decision. I put my hand over on her little head, and I said, "Shari, honey, the angels are coming to take you home. Daddy will pack your little body down yonder and lay it in the arms of Mama, and I will bury you out yonder on the graveyard hill; but some glorious day daddy will see you again." I raised my hands to Him; I said, "Lord, if You slay me, yet I will trust You. I love You." And a great peace come settling down over me.
I remember going out to the graveyard there, and an old dove setting up in a bush, cooing. Seemed like that wind had come down through them pines there singing,
 There's a land beyond the river,
 That we call the sweet forever,
 We only reach that shore by faith decree;
 One by one we gain the portal,
 There to dwell with the immortal,
 Someday they will ring those golden bells for you and me.

L-43 Not long ago my boy and I went down to the grave to take some flowers at Easter, and it was about just the brink of day. The little fellow was packing a pot of flowers to put on his mama's and sister's grave. I took off my hat as I walked down. I seen him take off his little hat and start snubbing. I took the flower from him and set him--the flower down, about where the little baby was laying. I put my arm around him. I said, "Billy, honey, mama and little sister is not laying there. You see that morning star hanging yonder? Way across the sea yonder in the lands of Jerusalem, there's a empty tomb this morning. Our Lord rose again, and they died in Christ, and those that are in Christ will God bring with Him at His coming."
Oh, brother, genuine love can take its everlasting stand right on the rock, and the waves of death is dashing beneath it, and look afar away to Him that said, "I am the Resurrection and Life" saith God. Certainly there will nothing will ever surpass the love of God. Certainly not. "Hear ye Him," the only One Who can produce real love to you.

L-44 Let us bow our heads just a moment. Blessed Lord, as my heart fills to think of times gone by, if it would only just being loyal to a denomination I'd have been gone long ago. I'm so glad that one day I felt Your loving arms go around my poor sinful shoulders, when I was chuckling and crying and telling You how mean I was. There setting on a pair of wheel spurs, You give to me Your love. Something went down in my poor Irish heart that's never left me since that day.
O God, through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come. Your love and grace has brought me safe thus far, and it will take me on. Oh, some glorious morning the sun will fail to come up; she will move around yonder in the west and turn bloody. The stars will refuse to shine. The moon will fade out of the picture. That's the hour Lord that I want to see when them dead begin to come from the grave to be caught up in the air, I want to be numbered among them. God, if I have to lose every friend I got on earth and everything else, I want to be right on that day.
Dear Father, I pray that I'm here, as I promised my dying companion I'd stay on the field until You come. I pray that You'll help me tonight. That You'll give me some sort of a word, some way, that'll touch down deep into the hearts of people and cause them to receive Thy beloved Son and really be borned again, not in a denomination, not in some kind of an ism, but truly with genuine Christian love that never fails. May they hear the Son of God say, "This is Me, and I come to welcome you to a life of love and freedom." Grant it, Father. We ask it in His Name.


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