<TITLE>03. Par 10-12</TITLE>L-10 The next was a little cross-eyed boy. I--I'll never forget it. And the mother... I said, "Do you believe for the boy?" And the--the lady thought I asked what was wrong with the boy, so she just caught him by the hair and pulled him back. His little eyes were crossed. So I picked up the little fellow, and give him a stick of chewing gum (See, he couldn't understand English), something or other to kind of get him quiet, see which way the Holy Spirit was moving. And I got him quietened and laid him up on my shoulder.
And I said, "Heavenly Father, if I can find grace in Your sight, let it be now." See? I said, "I pray You straighten the little boy's eyes, so that the people will see there... They don't understand this, and they must understand that You love them." And I no more than said that, I looked out, and there was a vision. The little boy could see.
I said, "Now, before I bring him from my shoulders, if this little boy's eyes isn't straight, normally," I said, "then I'm--I'm a false prophet. But if they are straight, you'll believe God?"
And the interpreter said, "Yes."
I never looked, just turned around like that, and they begin screaming. There he was, could--his eyes straight as they could be.

L-11 So then I... Then the next come up was a little girl, and she belonged to one of the, I guess, one of the head men in the tribe, and she was deaf and dumb. And so, I got them to get her to look up to me just a little bit. I said, "Yes, she's both deaf and dumb. And what caused it was a fever she had about four years ago, and left her deaf and dumb."
The interpreter asked it like--said that. And the lady nodded, the lady that had her, the Indian sister. "That was right."
And I said, "Now, I cannot give her her hearing. I'm--I'm only a servant. I cannot. But if I will pray for her, do you believe God will heal her?" She believed it. So I took the little girl up in my arms, and I prayed for her, and I set her down. And I told the interpreter, I said, "Now, you just say in Indian, their language, the Apache language, what I say in English."
"All right."
And I said, "Do you love the Lord Jesus?"
And she said... She looked at her real strange. She could hear. And I said, "Tell her to say what I said." And when I said that, she turned around and looked at me. She could hear. See? And when she got back like this, I went [Brother Branham snaps his fingers once--Ed.]. She turned and looked to see where it was at. I said, "Now, tell her to say, 'I love Jesus.'" And she mumbled off something. I'd really never heard the language.
I said, "You know, she'll talk better after while."
And the lady was doing interpreting, she turned back and said, "Her talk plenty good now." She was speaking in her own language. "She talk plenty good now."

L-12 Now, you talk about a prayer line... Two hundred ushers couldn't hold them. That's all. There was a prayer line, I never seen such, just like a stampede. And everybody wanted to get in the prayer line, and we couldn't stop it.
And there was... Next coming out was an elderly lady. Now, they're very poor, but they're God's people. And she was very old, and she was supposed to have been the next in line coming this way, only a young fellow (little brave just about so high, sturdy-built, real strong), he just broke through, and run over everybody else, and he was going to be next. Well, we couldn't make him understand.
So Brother Moore, a man was with me, just took--had to take him by his arms, and try to tell him that it wasn't right for him to do that. This lady was next. Finally they got him to understand. And the poor old lady, they brought her out of the room, 'cause these had started first; let them come first.


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