Work of Redemption

Notice, in the natural birth, when a woman gives birth to a baby. The natural life types the spiritual life. When a woman gives birth to a baby, the natural, the first thing happens is breaking of water, then blood, and then the spirit (the life). Grab the little fellow and spank him [Brother Branham claps his hands together once—Ed.], and away he goes, screaming. Water, blood, spirit.
And now when a baby is born into the Kingdom of God, he comes the same way: water, Blood, Spirit.

“The Future Home Of The Heavenly Bridegroom And The Earthly Bride”, 64-0802, William M. Branham

Who am I anyway?
I’m just a little lump of clay,
And if my strength is to no avail,
Yet it doesn’t mean that I have failed,
For when I’m weak, Lord, You’re made strong,
So there is nothing going wrong,
You’ve brought me to that place,
Right where I belong.

CHORUS
Right where I belong,
Your grace and Your love through the years
Have brought me along,
Who am I, who am I?
That You’ve taken me from the pit,
To heavenly places with You I sit,
You’ve brought me to that place,
Right where I belong.

Who am I? Lord, consider me,
I’m just a little lump of vanity,
Like a flower that blooms and fades away,
Its mortal life withers every day.
But, Lord, You’ve given me eternal life:
You’ve even called me Your virtuous wife;
You’ve brought me to a place,
Right where I belong.

Who am I? Lord, let me die,
Just let Your Name be glorified,
At Your service, Lord, here I stand,
Your wish, oh, Lord, is my command;
For You died to set me free,
And You did it so willingly,
To bring me to this place,
Right where I belong.

“Right Where I Belong”, Ulric Andrews