<TITLE>33. Par -</TITLE>L-54-1 He ever remains true to His Word. When they told me that them things couldn't happen in a modern day like this, I knowed if--if there--if there is no God, then live, eat, drink, and be merry. If there is a God, let's serve Him. And I've lived to see the day that He has performed everything, even to raising the dead when He was here on earth. And we know that by documented statements that it is the truth. Yes, sir. He is my Absolute.
Now, make Him your Absolute. Take in the--the time of my trouble; He's always a Absolute. Now watch, by the grace of God... (Now, I just better close. It's getting late. Well look here, I thought it was eleven o'clock, and it's 12:30.)

L-54-3 Friends, all day, all night, all year, and all through eternity, could never speak of it. Don't try to figure it out. You can't. There's no way of figuring it out. You say, "Brother Branham, if--if you..."
I don't know; I just believe; I quit trying to do anything about it; I just believe it. That's all. See? Not him that runneth, or him that willeth, it's God shows mercy. See, not by works, it's by grace. See? I just believe it. God, it's up to Him to do the rest of it. Just believe it. Act upon it.
This famous song, I heard them play it--sing it here or somewhere.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How fathomless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
Saints' and angels' song.

L-54-6 When a man in mathematics tried to break down, or tried to show by his education, it'll run you crazy. You can't do it. Don't try to do it. Don't try to figure it out; God's past figuring out. You don't figure God out; you just believe God. That's a--that's the secret. Don't figure it out; just believe it. I can't tell you what it means; I can't tell you how to do it. I just know, I just believe it; that's all.
Just like, you promise something to a little kid, he believes it. You should keep your word. You're God's child. He keeps His Word; just simply believe It. Don't be shook up; just stay right there. God did it one time; He has to do it again. If He don't, He will tell you why He can't do it. And that's right. Now, just stay right with it.

L-55-2 You know, that one verse there... I believe our precious brother there (was baptized last night) sings that song, "Oh, Love of God." They tell me that that verse, this part of it, was found penned on a insane institution's wall, when it said:
If we with ink the ocean fill,
Or were the skies of parchment made;
And every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade.
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry,
Or could the scroll retain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

L-55-3 Think of it, when about three-fourths of the earth is water. And look at the hydrogen and oxygen in the air, the humidity and stuff. See, if every moisture was ink; and think of the billions, and trillions, and trillions of straws which would be quills. And think of the billions of men that's been on earth, and every one of them a scribe by trade. To dip them pens into the ocean and try to figure out the love of God would drain the ocean dry; or could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from eternity to eternity.
Don't figure it out; you can't. You lose your mind trying to figure it out; just believe it. Make Him your Absolute. Stay there; the sweet peace and an experience that you'll never forget; anchor to that, and your anchor will hold within the veil. Let's bow our heads.


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