<TITLE>11. Par 38-41</TITLE>L-38 So she threw her arms around me and she beat Sarah there. And she said, "Sarah, my sister..." Little Sarah stopped. Said, "I want you to understand this, my sister. I was here first, and I've got all of daddy, and there's none left for you."
Poor... That's just about the way they try to tell us (That's right.), them long-legged, that's been way back yonder for a long time ago, you know. So she said, "... got all of Him." So she said, "I got all of daddy, and there's none left for you." (Might as well close up your doors. See?)
Little Sarah standing there, her little lips dropped down, her little black eyes, little tears come out on them like that, I looked over at her, winked at her, motioned my finger, and stuck out my other leg.

L-39 Here she come, feet flopping every way, you know, jumped up on my leg. And she was kind of... couldn't... She--she hadn't been ordained long enough, you know. She--she--she's kind of topsy-turvy. So I had to reach and get her with both arms or she'd fall off. And hugged her up close to me. She hugged me, and held tight a minute. She turned around, them big eyes, you know, and that smile on her face.
She said, "My sister, Rebekah, I want to tell you something too." She said, "It may be so that you was here first and you got all of daddy. But I want you to know that daddy's got all of me." So I...?...
I want Him to have all of me. I don't know...?... I don't know all the theologies, and the D-ologies, and the Ph., H.H.D.'s, and Q.U.D.'s. Only thing I know, He's got all of me, wrapped up in here. That's all I care for, as long as I know that His Spirit has me wrapped into His mercy and goodness. Nothing I try to merit, nothing I could merit, nothing I can do: Nothing in my arms I bring, just simply to thy cross I cling. "Lord, take all of me." That's the way.

L-40 Little old Sarah and I was going along, a few days after that, holding her by the hand, and we went down to this eagle cage. And I seen one of the most pathetic sights I thought I ever seen. It was a big old eagle had just been caught, and he was setting in this cage. He was laying on his back when I went up, great big wings flowed out like that. I noticed he was bleeding all over the front of his wings, and his head was all bleeding, the feathers knocked off of it (the edge of his wings). I thought, "What's the matter with that poor bird?"
And I raised little Sarah up and put her legs across my neck, so she could see in the cage. And she said, "Daddy, he's a bleeding."
I said, "Yes, maybe... There ain't nothing there for him to fight. I don't know what he's fighting."

L-41 After while, he got up, shook that weary head, and turned his head, and looked like that. You know, he's a heavenly bird. He got back in the cage like that. Here he come across the cage just as hard as he could, flapping them big wings, and banged his head right into that cage again, knocking him backwards on the floor, and the blood running out of his wings where he tried to beat them against that cage to get out. It hit him so hard that time, till he laid there. And his weary eyes looked up to the sky.
I thought, "O, God, isn't that pitiful." Then something struck in my heart. I thought, "No, that's not the most pitiful thing I ever seen, an animal in a cage. The most pitiful thing I ever seen is a man born to be a son of God (Hallelujah.), pinned down by some organization, or some creed that tells them, "The days of miracles is past, and there's no such a thing as the baptism of the Holy Ghost." When he lays in those old denominational creeds and looks around like that...


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