<TITLE>01. Par 1-2</TITLE>62-0313, Expressions, Branham Tabernacle, Jeffersonville, IN, 49 min
L-1 Along with these testimonies and acknowledgments of our departed sister, I would like to leave these words also. My first acquaintance with the family of Bell was her husband, Jimmy, who was such a bosom friend to my father who has gone on. And then, coming of years, I become a minister and was acquainted with Sister Bell, and know her as a real devout Christian. We will all miss her, everywhere. It's so easy to say words over someone like this, because you don't have to pull back anything. She was what was required to be a Christian.
When I heard the sisters sing a few moments ago, it just reminded me so much of her singing as we know her around here. She loved singing. I'm so glad that this was done, for it truly made the... how Sister Bell would've felt. She'd like to have expressed herself in that way. My prayer, and sincere prayer, is that we will all come to the end of the road with a testimony like she had.

L-2 Now, I wish to read some out of the Scripture here, just a portion. I feel that she was such a great lover of God's Word, and His Word is so eternal. And I thought I would read a portion of the 14th chapter of--of Job.
Man that is borned of a woman is of a few days, and full of trouble.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed him bounds that he cannot pass;
Turn from him, that he may rest, till he has accomplished, as a hireling, his day.
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branches thereof will not cease.
Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stalk thereof dieth in the ground;
Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth... like a plant.
But man dieth, and wastes away: yea, giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
As the waters fail from the sea, and the floods decay and dry up:
So man lieth down, and rises not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raisin' out of their sleep.
O that thou would hide me in the grave, that thou would appoint me a secret, until the days of thy wrath be past.
If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
I... Thou shall call,... I will answer thee: thou will have a desire to do a work of thine hands.
For now thou numberest my steps: thou dost... watch over my sin?
Reading from the eternal Word, I would like for us to think upon just one word for a few moments, and that word is "Expressions." There's so much of life that's expressions. And there is no one that lives on earth but what sometime in his life he's got to stop and think of where he come from, what's his purpose here, and where he's going hereafter. Everyone likes, would like to look beyond the curtain.


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