<TITLE>38. Par -</TITLE>L-62-5 God, this child is probably the most sickest person in the building this morning, because she can't live without You very much longer, and she's the most sickest. So we're all, we're agreeing, as every soldier standing here, and in this group stands the royal seed of Abraham. We're marching in on Satan now. You might as well get ready to go, Satan, 'cause our armors are gleaming, the colors are streaming, men and women holding swords, marching forward now upon you for this little girl. Come out of her, Satan. Leave that child. As the army of the living God, we defy you. Leave her in the Name of Jesus Christ. I go to lay hands upon her.

L-63-1 Now, Satan, you who bound this child; you who have done this evil. I know that you're more than a match for a human being, but you're not a match for my Lord, so I come in His Name. Leave her, thou spirit of the devil. Thou demon of sickness, come out of this child, and may she go free from this day on. I'll pronounce this in the Name of Jesus Christ.
Now, Lord God, You Who raised the dead and proved that You were God, raise this young woman to her health and strength again, that she'll stand in this building here. The devil is gone from her. You're going to make her well. May she live to the glory and honor of God. It--it has been spoken, now let it be done.

L-63-3 Is there others in here that want to raise your hands and say, "I want to be prayed for. I'm sick; I need God." I don't know how much time we got. We got enough time to let them people pass by here. I just feel real conquering this morning...?... I want you to come down here, Billy, and just take, maybe this one section right here on this side over here alone. Just let this section come first, then we'll take the back section after that, just up to that aisle there. Then we'll take them like that, then you won't...
And now I want Brother Neville and some of my minister brothers to stand right over here by me, right here, so you can take them right down the aisle again. All right.

L-63-5 All right. Now, I... How many of you's got your armor on? She's different now; go home and be all right now. Amen. Oh, my.
Oh, you soldiers, pull the Sword, pull the Sword, soldiers of the cross. Marching on, marching on...
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.


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