<TITLE>25. Par 147-153</TITLE>L-147 I remember a woman standing at the door one night of this church, laughed at me and said, "I wouldn't let my cow have the kind of religion he's got." Less than one hour I was called to the hospital. Beautiful woman, about twenty-two years old, she was screaming, "Get that preacher here." She was Catholic by faith.
When I walked up, the old sister said, "You're too late, Brother Branham. She died about five minutes ago."
I said, "Can I see her?"
Said, "She screamed for you, her last words, 'Get that preacher, Brother Branham.'"
Her husband was there hollering, "Say a prayer for her. Say a prayer."
I said, "It's too late now." I pulled the cover down. She had great big brown eyes, beautiful woman, little freckles across her face, auburn hair, very attractive. She had suffered so hard till the freckles stood out on her face like pimples. Her eyes were bulged plumb out of the sockets, like that. 'Course her bowels and kidneys had acted, which is--in the in the--everyone does that as they're dying mostly. And there she was laying in that condition. Her mouth open, and her lids here had half covered the brown part of her eye, I'll never forget it. That song come to my mind:
Covet not this world's vain riches
You can come...

L-149 I stood by the side of a man right over here in Port Fulton, dying. They called me to his bedside. When I prayed with him here at the altar one night, he put his arm around a woman. I said, "Take your arm from around that lady."
He said, "I'm leading her to God."
I said, "Not your arm around her. I don't believe in such stuff as that." He got angry with me and stomped out the door. And I went to him a little later when he was dying. He looked me in the face and said, "Don't pray for me, Brother Bill. I'm lost. I'm gone." Said, "All I ever gained is done gone."

L-151 I stood right out here at the corner, a little piece from here one day, to a man that called me to his bedside when he was dying. He said, "I always wanted such-and-such-and-such," he said, "but I never did serve the Lord. Many times have I kept from going to the altar." He said, "Brother Branham, pray that God will let my little girl that's home from the things that I have done, maybe she can do something for the Lord."
I said, "That can't be done, brother. The things that you would've done is lost."

L-153 Sit by a man and see him fight devils for twenty-four hours. Said devils was standing on his bedside with chains wrapped around their neck. Said, "Don't let them get me." Screaming and hold him in the bed. Said, "There he stands. Can't you see it? It's coming after me." He'd put off God too long. Had big barns full of hay, full of wheat, fine race horses. A year before that He cursed God to His face, slapped his wife for going to the Tabernacle. You know what happened? Lightning struck his barn and killed his horses, burned up his hay. And the man died in some kind of a spell, fighting devils off of him.


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