<TITLE>04. Par 13-14</TITLE>L-13 And it come over to where I was and I--and I was standing in a room, a little what we call a shotgun house: little straight house, two rooms in it. And it had red wainscoting up here for the side. You see? There was little iron poster bed to my right side. There was a black headed woman standing against the--the one room--went out into the kitchen--she was standing against that kitchen door, a weeping. There was a father standing to me that had brought me a baby that something had been laying on it's little chest. And one, its left leg was wound around, till it was laying up against it's little body, and the right leg wind vi--vice versa. Both arms wound up, too, against its body, and its little body was twisted and wound up, till it--right here at his neck. And I wondered, what does this mean.
And I looked, setting down to my left, and there set an old woman, taking her glasses off and wiping them from tears or something on her glasses. To my right, on a red duofold, which was a match to the chair, set a young, blond-headed boy with curly hair, looking out the window. And I looked, standing way over to my right, and there stood in--that Angel of the Lord. And He said to me, "Can this baby live?"
And I said, "Sir, I don't know."
He said, "Lay your hands across it. It shall live." And I--I did. And the baby had jumped down off the--out of the arms of the father, and the little right leg untwisted, and the right side untwisted, right arm untwisted. It made another step and the other side untwisted. Made another step, and the other side untwist--the body, middle part, untwisted, and he put his little hands in mine and said, "Brother Branham, I'm perfectly whole." The little baby was wearing blue corduroy coveralls or overalls, little bibbed overalls, and he had brown hair and a little bitty tiny mouth.

L-14 And then, the Angel of the Lord told me, He was taking me somewhere else, and I was carried way away. And He set me down by the side of an old graveyard and showed me the numbers on a tombstone near a church. And He said, "This will be your directing place." He carried me into another place, and there was a--looked like it had been a little town with about two stores in it, and one had a yellow front, yellow bordering on the walls. And I walked up there, or stood there, and there was an old man coming out with a blue corduroy jacket on, or blue jean jacket, and blue overalls with a cord--a yellow corduroy cap, and he had a big white mustache. He said, "He will show you the way."
And the next time I come to, I saw, I was walking into a room following a rather heavy-set young woman. And as I entered the door, the figures in the paper on the wall, were red. Up over the door had a sign, "God bless our home." There was a big old brass poster bed laying to my right side and a chunk stove setting at the left. And over in the corner laid a girl of about fifteen years old, and she'd had polio or something, that had drawed her right leg up, and her foot turned sideways, and was drawed under her. And she--and she looked like a boy, only she had hair like a girl, and she had a--a heart shaped lips like a girl. And he said to me, "Can that girl walk?"
And I said, "Sir, I do not know."
He said, "Go, put your hands across her stomach." Then I thought it was a boy, sure enough, because Him having me put my hands across her stomach. I did as He told me, and I heard somebody say, "Praise the Lord." And I looked up, and when I did, this girl was raising up. And when she raised up, the pajamas she had on, her pajama leg come up, and it showed a round knee like a girl's knee and not knotty, you know, like the boy's knee. And I knew it was a girl, and she had on her pajamas, and she come walking to me, combing her hair. She's blond, combing her hair.
The girl lives in Salem today, married and got three or four children. And her mother and father still there also.


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