<TITLE>13. Par 46-49</TITLE>L-46 But when I went into that house, no rug on the floor, a little old iron bedstead, and a great big huge black boy laying there about hundred and eighty pounds, about six foot tall... I looked around that little old house, a little old stove setting there, one of those little step stoves, and a sign on the side of the wall saying, "God bless our home."
I've been in king's palaces. I've been in the King of England's palace, King George, the late King George. I was in a palace with Gustav of Sweden, always welcome. And to the Kruger palace in South Africa, and many other places, and been welcome, but never did I feel any more welcome than I did in that little Negro shack that morning because God was there.
And I'd rather have a little home like that with "God bless our home" on the side than to have the best home there is in Edmonton with pinups all over it and so forth. That's right.

L-47 And as I walked in, this big boy was laying there, had the blanket in his hand going [Brother Branham makes moaning noise--Ed.] And I said, "Good morning, sir."
She said, "Parson, he hasn't spoke a word and knowed anything for three days. He's dying."
And I looked at her. She said, "Will we pray?" And we knelt down on the floor.
He said... [Brother Branham makes moaning noise--Ed.]
I thought, "That poor fellow." I felt of his feet, just as stiff and icy as they could be. I said, "He's very sick." I said, "What's he mumbling?"

L-48 Said, "He's saying, 'It's dark in here.'" Said, "He's been saying that for three days." And says, "He thinks he's out on a ocean, lost. And he's in a little boat, and he thinks he's rowing this boat. And he's lost in the dark, and he's screaming." She said, tears running down her face, she said, "Parson, I just can't see my baby die in that shape."
I said, "Let's pray, Auntie." We knelt down. I said, "You pray."
And she said--begin to pray. And, oh, my, you talk about a prayer. That old black woman rendered a prayer to God that would make the hardest heart cry. I stood there and just bathed in the beauty of God while she was praying. She wiped her big eyes out; she said, "Now, will you pray, Parson?"
I put my hand over on his feet. I said, "Lord, I don't know why I was led down here, but maybe this is the place. I can't understand, but I pray that You'll help this poor dear saint of Yours who stood faithfully." Her back was wet with dew where she'd been standing through the night, the early morning. And I said, "Help her and spare the life of this poor boy."

L-49 And I'd no more than got that much of the prayer, till he said, "Oh, mammy." I stopped.
She said, "Yes, honey baby, what does mammy's baby want?" That shows love. Though he would disgraced her home, though he was dying in sin and--and disgrace with a venereal disease, yet that mother's love still regarded him as her baby.
Then think about the grace of God. Will a mother ever forget her suckling baby? Yes, she might. "But I can never forget you. Your names are engraved on the palms of My hand."
And as I stood there a moment, he said, "Oh, mammy."
She begin kissing him, said, "What does mammy's baby want?"
Said, "Mammy, it's getting light in the room." In less than five minutes time that big boy was setting on the side of the bed, giving glory to God.


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