Godhead

And I looked again, and there it was, growing taller and taller, three rainbows. I took off my hat. I set down my gun. I started walking towards it with my hands up. Something just seemed to tell me, “This is close enough.” I was going to set down and take off my boots that I had on, to see if I could walk a little closer. But I got within a few yards of it, and I seen the color of it, misting like a fog moving around. I stood still for a few moments. It was coming right out of the top of the little mountain. And I watched, as the three (one to the right, one to the left, and one in the center) running down into one bowl-like… Ever what it was, was alive. It was moving and making Its motions. And I stood there just as it was graying dawn.

I turned and looked again, and I screamed out, “O God, what would You have Your servant know?”

Just then the Spirit of the Lord came in and said, “Jesus of the New Testament is Jehovah of the Old, He only changed His mask from Spirit to man.” That was confirming, of course, my message of Him, letting me know, assured that these thirty-one years hasn’t been in vain.

“The Message Of Grace”, 61-0827, William M. Branham

Like a hart pursued by his evil foe,
He knows well to stay near that brook
Where the living waters flow;
So panteth my soul after You, the living Word,
I know well to stay near that river
where living waters flow.

CHORUS
Blessed are you
Who hunger and thirst after righteousness,
Blessed are you
For you shall be filled;
Blessed are you
When men persecute you for My name’s sake, you see;
Blessed are you, blessed are you, blessed are you.

Where there is a deep,
There is a deep to respond;
For unto this end were you born
To be a child of God,
A child of I AM,
Know that the great I AM now dwelleth in you,
And soon through you, He’ll display
He’s just as great today
As He was yesterday.

In the midst of the night,
We saw an amber-coloured Light,
The Light of yellowish green
Is Jesus on the scene
Come to lead His elected genes;
Beyond the riven veil,
On peaceful waters the ship now sails,
No more tossed to and fro
By stormy winds that blow,
He has anchored our soul

”Blessed Are You”, Ulric Andrews