<TITLE>12. Par 41-43</TITLE>L-41 I said, "Then I want to ask you something. I'll admit that He wept when He went to the grave of Lazarus, but when He straightened up His little shoulders and said, 'Lazarus, come forth,' and a man that had been dead and in the grave and already rotten come to life. That took more than a man to do that. That was God that did that." Yes, sir.
I said, "True, when He come down off the mountain that night and was hungry, looking, or that day was hungry, looking for something to eat, off of those fig trees. He was--He was a Man when He was hungry. But right here that I was talking about, when He took those five biscuits and two fish, and broke them, and fed five thousand, that was more than a man; that was God." That's right. Sure.
He was a man when He was laying out on that ship that night, so tired, virtue had went out of Him from healing the sick. He was so tired until the great, mighty waves didn't even wake Him, where... Why, I imagine that little old ship was tossed about out there like a bottle stopper out there on that mighty sea. Ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drown Him that night. He was a man laying there, tired. But when once aroused, put His foot on the rail of the boat and said, "Peace, be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him. That was more that a man. That was God.

L-42 He cried for mercy on the cross like a man. That's right. But on Easter morning when He broke the seals of death, rolled back the tomb, rose up, and ascended on high, it was more than a man.
No wonder the prophet said, or the poet said,
Living, He loved me;
Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
Someday He's coming oh, glorious day!
He's thrilled the hearts of men. And every man or woman that ever mounted to a hill of beans in this life, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, whoever it may be, believed that.
All the poets down through the years... Blind Fanny Crosby sang,
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Thou the Stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Or whom in heaven but Thee?

L-43 When Eddie Perronet, when he couldn't sell his songs, and none of them would listen to him, a Christian man, about to die. One day the Holy Spirit fell on him. He grabbed a pen and wrote the Baccalaureate song. He sung, wrote the song.
All hail the pow'r of Jesus' Name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Oh, sure, He was more than a Man. He was God. That's right. He wasn't neither Jew nor Gentile. He was God. That Blood Cell come from the male sex which was God. God created the Blood Cell in the womb of virgin Mary. And through that Blood Cell come forth the Son of God.
God lived in there unadulterated Blood, no sex touched to it at all like that. And through that Blood gives us faith to walk boldly to the throne of God and claim any promise that's in this Bible, because God made the promise. That's right. Yes.


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