<TITLE>21. Par 71-72</TITLE>L-71 Let us bow our heads now. Each one, in your own way, the way you pray at your church... The sinners that's standing, just as a sinner in the Bible could only smote himself on the chest and say, "Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner."... He went home justified. Don't fear, sinner. You'll do the same tonight if you'll just make the sinner's prayer, "Be merciful to me, O God."
To you Christians, offer to Him the adoration of your heart, the praises. This city, since I've been here, I perceive that you need a revival. A revival is not bringing in new members, but revive what you have. Now, there's many ministers standing. There's sainted people that's standing to be thankful to God. There's sinners standing, backsliders, church members standing.
Now, as we bow our heads, remember, He's knocked at your heart. "No man can come to Me except My Father draws him." Do you know that? What if you was that person that God never spoke to? What if you were predestinated to eternal destructions like Pharaoh was, like Pilate was. God could never touch your heart.

L-72 Not long ago down in Tennessee, in a Baptist church, I was led to go a young lady at the back of the church. She was a deacon's daughter.
And I asked her, I said, "The Lord is dealing with you. Isn't He, sister?"
She said, "If I wanted somebody to talk to me like that, I'd get somebody that had some sense."
I walked outside the building. A rosebush was standing there. When I come around, oh how rude that woman talked to me. Very attractive, young lady...
About two years later, I come through the place. And there she was going down the street. A lady had been a fine character, her underneath garments hanging down; she looked dirty, smoking a cigarette. And I thought that was the girl. And I crossed over the street and went down the other way, kinda behind her.
She knew that somebody was following her; she slowed up. When she got up close, she said, "Hello, preacher." Oh, my... And she says, "You remember me?"
I said, "Yes ma'am, I do."
She reached down in her pocketbook; she said, "Have a cigarette."
I said, "Shame on you."
She said, "Maybe you'd take a drink."
And I said, "This hasn't happened, has it?"
She said, "Will you step into my apartment here? I want to talk to you."
I said, "Could you not talk here at the door?"
And she said, "You remember that night that you made that altar call?"
And I said, "Yes, ma'am, I sure do."
Said, "I want to tell you something. That was my last chance." She said, "I grieved Him once too many." She said, "Mr. Branham." She said, "My heart has been so hard since that time." (Now listen at this statement. I asked her if I could quote it, and she said I could.) She said, "My heart has been so hard till I could see my mother's soul fry in hell like a pancake and laugh at it." That's for turning Him away.
 Don't turn Him away, don't turn Him away,
 Jesus is...?... your heart to lead.
 Although you've gone a-stray.
 Oh, how you'll need Him to say, "Well done,"
 On that eternal day!
 Don't turn the dear Saviour away from your heart,
 Don't turn Him away.


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