<TITLE>13. Par 89-95</TITLE>L-89 A grain of corn goes down yellow; it comes up green: goes down hard, cased in, it comes up flexible and blowing with the wind. Oh, glory. Hallelujah. When the winds begin to blow, the grain can't do nothing but move itself, shift, but the little--the little blade flex and rejoices, grows then, strengthens itself. It can never become a blade until the corn is dead and rotten: not only dead, but rotten. Can't come back no more, but life comes out of it.
As I said awhile ago, a birth is a horrible thing, filthy, dirty, the filthiest of filth, but that's where life lays. When you reckon yourself filthy, reckon your Methodist, Baptist and Pentecostal creeds filthy, die out at the altar, then new Life comes in. The Holy Spirit makes you in above that; you see God.

L-91 We shall see Him some glorious day. Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin, we'll see Him. You believe that? Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin, there waits for me a glad tomorrow.
I was standing up here on the corner last night, and thought I seen little Rabbi Lawson. When he used to be down here, and reach around with his old cane and pull me with his neck, around my neck with his cane, up here to the pulpit, and sing that song, "There waits for me a..." [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]...?...

L-93 Something happened. It taken the world out. I begin to see things different. I've worried so much about the way these American people are doing, constantly year by year, seeing women and men how they degrading themselves and getting out into sin, till I almost had a breakdown two or three times, worrying over it. Yesterday I said to God, "I'll not worry no more. Your Word said it would be so, but I'll stand in the breach and call against it, with all that's in me."

L-94 Other day, standing up at Green's Mill, my cave, way back into the wilderness, been praying all day. And about three o'clock the sun was setting, and I was standing up there looking across, come out of the cave, up on a big rock. And I was standing there, looking towards the east, praising the Lord. And I could see the sun moving down in behind the trees up on top of the mountain, as I looked across the canyon over into the others, and a lot of foliage on, just as still as it could be. And I said, "Lord, one day You hid Moses in the cleft of the rock, and You passed by him because he was weary. But You passed by, he said it looked like the back of a man." I said, "Hide me in the cleft, Lord." About that time, over to one side of me, there come a little Wind moving down through the bushes. It moved right along, come right down by the side of me, a little Wind moving down, went down through the woods. I stood there.
Someday, God only knows just where or when,
The wheels of mortal life will all stand still,
Then I shall go to dwell on Zion's hill.
Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin,
Someday, God only knows just where or when,
(What's going to happen? She's going to close, all these little wheels turning.)
The wheels of mortal life shall all stand still,
Then we shall go to dwell on Zion's hill.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home;
Tell Brother Bosworth, and all my friends too,
Just coming for to carry me home,
Now, swing low... (She'll zip down someday to pick me up.)... char... (Every tree will be afire: the Angels of God and the fiery chariots.)... for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

L-95 One of these days, one of these days in the low parts of my death hours, I look for Him to coming. That's right.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home; (like old Elijah looking over Jordan)
A band of bright Angels coming after me,
They were coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, (Get down low.) sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.


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