<TITLE>03. Par 6-8</TITLE>L-6 And now, don't forget, pray. We used to sing a little song at our church. I don't whether you sing it here or not. I couldn't sing; I always wanted to. But I--I thought I'd try it, but my nerve won't let me do it. I'll just say it, "Pray, pray, the only way to reach higher ground, Pray, pray, the prayer of faith will bring God's blessings down." That's right.
How many likes good singing? Oh, that's fine. I just love it. I heard this Brother Mushegan here this morning singing down there at the breakfast. And what a wonderful time we had. I just love singing and spiritual singing. I love good, old, Pentecostal singing, singing in the Spirit. I do dread to hear an over-trained voice, holding their breath till they turn blue in the face and don't know what... They're just singing to get--be heard. But I just like good, old fashion Pentecostal singing just where they clap their hands and have a good time. That's good singing. Always wanted to sing that song:
 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
 That saved a wretch like me!
 I once was lost, but now am found.
 I was blind, but now I see.

L-7 I--I don't have a voice to sing. But someday when you all get over on the other side, and you're living in your big mansion up there somewhere, just glorifying God, and way down in the woods there's a little cabin, sets down there in the corner. And when you walk out on your front porch some morning; you look standing there on the cabin, you hear the voice come up through the woods singing, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, saved a wretch like me."
You say, "Praise God, old Brother Branham made it. There he is; he can sing it now." Finally made it, got over on the other side... And if--only way I'll ever get there is by the amazing grace of Jesus Christ. I love Him, trust Him, but it'll take His grace to get me over on the other side. Therefore, I'm not trusting in any ability; I have none. I'm trusting in what He did for me.
He is my Mediator. He's my Propitiation for my sins. He's the Water of separation. He's the Alpha, Omega. He's my Life, my Birth, my Father, my Mother, my Sister, my Brother, my Lord, my King, my Saviour, my Healer; He's just all in all to me. I love my brethren; I love my sisters, but oh, that "phileo" love would never take the place of that "Agapao" love of the Holy Spirit. I love my wife, my children just as much as any husband or father could, but it'll never touch that sacred spot of that love of God, how rich and pure, how fathomless and strong; it shall forever more endure saints' and angels' song. Oh, I love that. I better stop now.

L-8 In the 20th verse of this certain chapter of Revelations here, 3rd chapter and the 20th verse, I want to read a text, if I should call it that, speak for a little while, and then see what our heavenly Father will have us to do; I don't know.
 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and sup with him, and he with me.
Say, "Brother Branham, that's a very small text for a crowd this size." But you know, it isn't the size of the text; it's the contents it holds. There's enough in there to open the eyes of every sinner in the world. There's enough in there to save the entire world. You know, things today, we're looking at big things, but we leave off the little things.


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