<TITLE>22. Par 68-69</TITLE>L-68 She said, "Just one thing I want to say, parson. I want you to pray, and if God of heaven will just let me hear my boy say, 'Mama, it's all right, I'm saved,' said, "I'll be ready to let him go." Said, "But I've worked so hard and prayed so hard for my boy," said, "I just hate to see him die like that and know he's going out lost, backslidden the way he is." Said, "If I can just hear him say, 'It's all right, mama; I'm ready to go.' Will you pray?"
I said, "All right, auntie." And we knelt down on the floor, and I seen her with that, or I guess her son's shirt tied around her head, great big old fat cheeks like that, and she--great big woman; she knelt down. I thought... I said, "Auntie, you lead us in prayer." Oh, brother, if I'd never knowed she was Pentecostal then, I'd have knowed it then. Talk about praying, that old woman prayed a prayer that would just--you could just feel your hair on the back of your neck stand up. She prayed like... I tell you; she talked to Him like she talked to Him before. She knowed Who she was talking to. When... Oh, such a prayer, she just wrang my heart. And when she got done she reached over kissed him on the head; she said, "God bless mama's baby."

L-69 I thought, "There it is, there it is." See? "God bless mama's baby," though he's brought disgrace upon the home. Great big burly looking fellow like that, no matter what he's done, he's still mama's baby; 'cause that mother love still moves on to him. I thought, "Yes, that's right." But the Bible said, "Can a mother forget her suckling babe?" Said, "She might do it. But I can't forget you. Your names are engraved on the palms of My hand." What a dif--what a great love, how God would ever forget us. Though our lamps are smoked up, He still loves us. Let's just trim our feeble lamp, my brother. Let's stand out. Let's--let's get ready to meet the Lord Jesus. Let's get cleaned up; let's get fixed up; let's get prayed up; let's get right.


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