<TITLE>16. Par 58-59</TITLE>L-58 I looked setting over to the right; there set a elderly woman, old enough to be my grandmother almost, setting there with purple stuff on her lips, and her toenails painted the same, with a little pair of these little immoral clothes, and the poor old thing, her hide hanging down like this on her arms, and setting there with little blue spots on her face like this, where she'd painted them, with hair that was colored blue. And I looked, and I thought, "Oh, my." And two old men setting there, and it summertime, one of them with a big army overcoat on, a scarf hanging down like this, setting there with that poor lady, and beer setting around there, drinking. And one of them looked up to the other, and said, "You think the rain will hurt the rhubarb?" And they excused themselves and went to the rest room.
And I stood there; I said, "God, You in Your holiness, how could You ever stand to look at that, when it kills me to look at it?" I said, "Why, don't You strike the thing off the earth? Don't let it here no longer." I said, "My little Sarah and Rebekah there, had to be raised up in such as that," I said, "God strike it from the earth; You're holy, how can You do it?"
Something said to me, "Get behind the door."

L-59 I went back behind the door and stood there. I waited a little bit; a vision come: I saw a world turning. And around the world was a mist; that looked like blood, spraying around. And I looked in there, and there I was doing things wrong. Every time I'd do something wrong, my sins would start before God, and God would slay me for it, but Jesus was standing there like a bumper. He caught it. I'd see the tears run down His cheeks, and I'd do something else bad, His Blood would hold it, keep it from--from touching me, from killing me. God would kill me. Eat... "The day you eat thereof, the day you die."
And I looked at it. And in the vision I went up to Him, I said, "Lord, I'm ashamed of myself." There laid my book laying there with all kinds of evil wrote on it. I said, "Will You forgive me, Lord, that I put You in that condition? Did my sins 'cause You to have to die for me? Oh, Lamb, please forgive me for my sins. I won't do that no more."
He reached back, tapped His hand like this, and wrote across the book with His own Blood, "Pardoned," throwed it over behind Him. Then He did, He opened up a new book.
I said, "Thank you, Lord; I'll do anything You tell me to do. I love You, Lord Jesus."


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