<TITLE>17. Par 124-129</TITLE>L-124   I remember here, couple summers ago, I stepped out the back door. There was a young snicklefritz out there that said to me, said, "You know, the reason you're always talking about women like that, wearing those shorts and things," he said, "because you're an old man." Said, "That's the reason it is."
I said, "Look here. How old are you?"
Said, "Twenty-seven."

L-125 I said, "When I was many years younger than you, I preached the same thing."
I found a Fountain of satisfaction. He is my portion. Amen! As long as He supplies that, that's the beauty. That's--that's my... That's my art, is looking at Him, watching His hand work and see what He is doing. There is no other fount I know!
Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.
There is a Fountain filled with Blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
Where sinners plunge beneath the flood,
Lose all their guilty stain.

L-126   I'm telling you, no other fount I know but that Fountain. It cleansed me when I was dirty. It keeps me cleansed, because I want to live right at It, drink this fresh Water that's fills my soul with joy.
I can be so ever so down, and feel that I can't hardly go no... another round, can't go nowhere else; then I can kneel down and put my finger on a promise, and say, "Lord God, Thou art my strength. Thou art my satisfaction. Thou art my all-in-all." I can begin to feel Something bubbling up from inside of me there. I come out of it.

L-127   As I have past fifty years old, I'd wake up of a morning, you know how it is, you can't hardly get that one foot out of the bed. My, you can't hardly do it; and somebody at the door, knocking, or Billy telling me there's an emergency, somewhere I've got to go. And I think, "How can I do it?" Try to put one foot out.
I think, "Thou art the Fountain filled with my strength. Amen! My strength and my help cometh from the Lord. Thou are my artesian well! Thou art my youth! 'They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with the wings like an eagle; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.' Lord God, this is my duty, to go. I'm called to the post of duty." And the first thing you know, Something begins to gurgle up inside of me.

L-128   The other day, over in a little place, I was having a meeting over here in Topeka, Kansas; there was a boy, a young preacher, one of my first sponsors. Brother Roy, setting here, remembers the place. In this, in this great place there, there was a--a... This minister had got under a roof or a place, the sidewall mashed him down beneath that. The little fellow was going to die. His liver was bursted. His spleen was knocked out of place. Tons fell on him.

L-129 I sat at the breakfast, talking to the wife. I said, "Wife, you know, if Jesus was here, you know what He'd do?" I said, "When he sponsored me, 'I believe that Word,' he was sponsoring Christ." And I said, "That's a trick of the devil." I said, "If Jesus was here, He'd go lay His holy hands upon him. That boy would get well. I don't care if his liver is bursted. He would get well, because Jesus would walk in there knowing exactly Who He was. He knowed His calling, the Scriptures was right, vindicating in Him that He knowed Who He was, and not a... not no shadow of doubt. He'd lay His hands upon him, and say, 'Son, be well,' walk out of there." And I said, "There isn't enough devils in hell to kill that boy, then." I said, "He would get well." But I said, "You see, honey, He was Jesus, the holy hands of God."
I said, "I'm a sinner. I was born sexual birth. My father and mother were both sinners, and I'm just a no-good nothing."
And I said, "But you know what? If the Lord would give me a vision and send me down there, then that would be different." I said, "I'd go down and lay my hands on him, he'd come out of that bed if He give me a vision."


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