<TITLE>35. Par 201-205</TITLE>L-201 And then lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; the evil of sickness, the evil of depressed. Heal everyone that's in the building this morning. Every sick person may be healed today, Lord. I speak these words in the Name of the Lord Jesus, that the mountains that lays before the people, may they all be moved today. If it's sickness, if it's lust, if it's passions, if it's anything of the world, may it move out of the way, and let the Word of God come in and be made manifest in their life. Deliver us from evil; for Thine is the Kingdom, Lord, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.
I love Him, I love Him
Because He first loved me
And purchased my salvation
On Calvary's tree.
Now, shake one another's hand.
I love Him, I... (Just turn right around, say, "Greetings, my brother, greetings.")
Because He first loved me
And purchased my salvation
On Calvary's tree. (Keep on playing.)

L-202 I want to thank each one of you for all your kindness this past year. I'll probably get my message tonight, the Lord willing, at seven-thirty. I want to thank Charlie and Nellie, and Rodney and his wife, for their kindness, hunting season as I was down there, and they treated me as if I was their father or their brother. To all you people that's been so kind to me, thank you. Brother and Sister Dauch, and Brother Wright, oh, so--Brother Ben, many, oh, all you people, Brother Palmer and, you know, all of you from Georgia, all around everywhere, thank you.
By the way, Margie's father, they called yesterday and said he was sick. Is--is Margie and Rodney here? They're not? How is the old fellow? [A brother in the congregation says, "He might be just a little bit better."--Ed.] Let's just, slowly, let's pray.

L-204 Heavenly Father, a few weeks ago I set on the little country porch way back up on the road in Kentucky. An aged old daddy set out there with his overalls on and his faded blue shirt, trembling. Took him by the hand and seen that he was nearing the end... A little old mother invited me in to have some biscuits and gravy. Lord, they were only respecting Your Word. Now, he's just barely here; he's leaving us. Don't let him die a sinner, Lord. Maybe it's been our--Your servant's, Lord, fault. That poor old man, knowing nothing but beating out the clods and making a living for his children, but I found in him a good gentle spirit. Don't let him die a sinner. His daughter is one of us, Lord. And how little old Margie, them little shoulders aching, and how she's ministered to me and trying to make me a bed to sleep in down there, and a--a breakfast at the table, and her, and Nellie, and Charlie, and all of them, mother Cox. "And she's crying," they said, "on the phone. Her daddy is going." That's her daddy.

L-205 Lord, come to that oxygen tent just now; don't knock on the tent, but that tent of the door of his heart. Maybe some of us hasn't fulfilled our duty to go to him, Lord. Some of Your other servants, maybe in his young days when his mind was alert, maybe it's our fault, Lord, that we didn't persuade him. Then forgive us, Lord, and take him into Thy Kingdom. Grant it, Father. We commit him to You now. If it be possible, or be in Your great plan, if You'll raise him up, Lord, maybe some of us will have a chance to talk to him yet. However, our plea is for his soul, Lord, 'cause it's going to take its journey pretty soon, it seems like, sailing out into the unknown yonder, oh, with no pilot, no one to guide him through the fog and mist yonder. He'll lose his way, Lord. May the Pilot that knows the way, come to him this morning, anchor his little ship against the side of the old ship of Zion. When he takes his journey, he'll be sure to land in safety. Grant it, Father, we commit him to You now, in the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen.


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