<TITLE>18. Par 61-63</TITLE>L-61 Let us bow our heads just a moment for prayer. Just before praying. I wonder if there would be someone here that doesn't know the Lord Jesus as your Saviour, and you would just like to raise up your hand and say, "Truly, preacher, it's true that I--I--I don't know Him; I haven't never let Him be my Lord."
Maybe you've accepted Him as your Lord, but never able and willing to surrender your whole life to Him, surrender everything that you've got to Him. Open every door and just make Him welcome and say, "Lord Jesus, I--I'll let you in all my heart. You take my control tower, and You control me from henceforth."
Would you like to just raise up your hands and say, "Lord, remember me?" God bless you, little one. Would there be... God bless you, sir.
Would there be some more? Would just raise your hand, say, "God, take complete control." God bless you, young lady. God bless you, brother. That's very good.

L-62 Just everyone pray, now, "Lord, anoint my eyes tonight. Maybe I've been a foolish child. If death would come to my room tonight, and I'd send quickly for the doctor, and he'd come up there and say, 'It's a heart attack. Young man, young woman, elderly person, there's nothing I can do for you. There's a blood clot laying on the heart.'"
You feel the veins cooling off in your hands, coming up your sleeve and you are pressing a dying pillow, as you're moving away. Oh, how you want Him to take complete control then. But why not now? It'll be too late then.
Maybe, if you'd just raise your hands, it'd mean a whole lot tonight. God bless you, young woman. Would there be another? God bless you back there. We're not asking you to join a church. You go to any church you want to. We're just asking you to let Jesus have complete control.
God is not going to question me that day what church I led people to. I'm not leading them to a church; I'm leading them to Jesus. Come, let Him come in. Will you do it?

L-63 It won't be long. May be laying you on the side of road in an accident tomorrow, next day, a month from now, ten years from now, the blood pouring out of your veins, and you know just a few more struggles and you're finished, wallowing in your own blood...
Young man in your prime, just in the beauty of life, why, "Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."... Why not raise your hand to accept Him now? Someday, you're going to get old, if you live. It isn't going to be but just a few hours. You only are... You only mature from fifteen to twenty years, so science says. Then you start dying after that.
Young lady, beautiful, lovely, who made you that way? Why were you made that way? Not for the fodder of hell, sister, dear, but for the Kingdom and praises of God. Won't you recognize it now? That lovely, little face you have, that beautiful, little person you are, it isn't going to be long till those hairs will be turning gray. Those shoulders will be coming together. The toils of life in the next few years will wear it down. You might grieve Him away from your heart the last time. Remember, when He knocks, let Him in. Would you raise your hand, say, "Remember me, pastor. Pray for me." 'Fore we pray... God bless you, lady. That's very fine. God bless you, sister. God bless you. That's good. God bless you.
Someone else would say, "Remember me, brother. I--I--I want the... God to come to my heart. I--I--I..."


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