<TITLE>13. Par 127-132</TITLE>L-127 Some of you young people, yeah, that has wasted your living, the--the--the hours that mother spent in prayer for you, and dad, all the teaching that has been done to you, and yet you've turned it aside to listen to the whisper of the devil. And now you're desiring the music of the world, the things of the world. And you're coming to yourself like the prodigal in the pig pen. Would you raise your hand, sister, brother, and say, "God, remember me. Bring me to myself this morning; let me come to Father's house"? It don't cost you one thing. He's expecting you. No matter what you've done, "Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white like snow; red like crimson, they'll be white like wool." Are those in the Divine Presence that would raise their hand?
Those who are sick and needy, say, "I--I fell into a ditch. Satan has--has done evil to me. He's crippled me and made me sick, or something. I desire this morning God's chain of faith to move into my heart, that'll pull me up from this ditch, like the man at the gate called Beautiful." Raise your hand. God bless you, each.

L-129 Lord, I bring to You this hour those who raised their hands, for the forgiveness of their sins. Thou art God, and God alone. Right where they are sitting now, that's where You spoke to them. That's where You convinced them that they were wrong. When the Word's found Its place, and the Holy Spirit begin to speak, and say, "You're wrong. Turn and come again to God the Father." And they raised their hands to show that they wanted out of this earthly pig pen, to come to Father's house where plenty is, where they'll not have to bring nothing. As the poet has well stated, "Nothing in my hands I bring, just simply to Thy cross I cling." May they come, sweetly, humbly, and be convicted, and surrender their lives. And You'll bring forth the best robe, and a ring, and put upon their fingers, and feed them with the Manna of the slain Lamb. Grant it, Lord.

L-130 There are those who are sick and afflicted; they're needy. Satan has throwed them into a ditch, no doubt, lack of money for operations. No doubt, maybe many of them could not be operated. Maybe the physician could not remove the cause, even if he had ever so much money. But Thou art God. And I pray that this very hour, under the anointing of the Holy Spirit setting present now, that You'll heal every one of them. May they be healed from their head to their feet, every whit.
If they're without joy, their salvation, they can't enjoy it no more; as David said, of old, "Restore the joy of my salvation." May they receive joy and happiness for their gloom and weary. For Thou art a Rock in a weary land; You're a Shelter in the time of storm. When the devil is hurling every sickness and missile at them, You're a Shelter in the time of storm. Let it be so today, God, for we ask it in Jesus' Name. Amen.

L-132 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you, for me;
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.
Come home...
Now, if you desire to want to come up to the altar and kneel down, we might pray with you, anoint you, anything that we could do, you're welcome.
... weary, come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Do you love Him? Teddy, could you give us a chord, "I love Him, I love Him because He first loved me." Could you get that?


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