The only way to see God is get Him on the inside of you, so He can use your eyes. You’ll see Him. But if you’re trying to see Him on an intellectual conception of His Word, or some emotional work up, it’ll never count anything; He’s got to be in you.
Then you’ll cry at the sunsets and the sunrise. You’ll watch the majesty of fall of the year coming. Before even frost or a cool breeze is ever hit the earth, the sap will leave the trees and go down in the roots, hide. Because if it stays up there, the winter will kill the tree.
Then I ask this question, “What intelligence runs that sap out of the tree, down into the roots to hide for the winter?” Oh, the infidel has no grounds. But when He comes in, you’ll notice Him in everything.
And so, that’s what I used to say, reminds me of a fishing trip I was taking here sometime ago up in the north woods. And I had a little tent up. I’d been fishing for trout.
I DON’T KNOW WHY I LIKE WATER SO WELL;
I guess ’cause I was a Baptist; BUT I REALLY LIKE TO GET AROUND WHERE WATER IS.
You know, THE FIRST THING THE SPIRIT OF GOD
MOVED ON WAS THE WATER. (Book of GENESIS).
WE’RE about EIGHTY PERCENT WATER ANYHOW,
so I kinda LIKE WATER SOMEHOW.
I can hear that baptismal song that we sing at the Tabernacle,
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possession lies.
… bound for the promised land…
56-0311A – The True And False Vines
Rev. William Marrion Branham.