The Greatest Battle Ever Fought

Just then I started coming to. I looked, laying there on the bed, and I seen my old carcass here getting old and wrinkled, and drawed-up and—and diseased up and afflicted, and I seen my hands behind my head, and I thought, “Oh, will I have to go back in that thing again?”

And I kept hearing that Voice, “Keep pressing on! Keep pressing on!”
I said, “Lord, I’ve always believed Divine healing, I’ll keep believing it. But I’ll press for them souls, so help me. I’ll have so many there I’ll…Let me live, Lord, and I’ll put another million in there, if You’ll just let me live.”
I don’t care what color, what creed, what nationality, what they are, they’re all one when they get there, and those boundary lines has passed away.

And I’M SURE that SISTER BELL

LOVED OUR LORD.

SHE WAS A GOOD WOMAN.

NOW, SHE’S ONE OF US.

IN HERE, WE DON’T

HAVE ANY

LINES OF COLOR,

THE FAMILY OF GOD

DOESN’T DRAW

LINES OF COLOR.

WHETHER WE’RE

RED, BROWN, BLACK, or YELLOW,

DOESN’T MATTER,

WHITE.

WHATEVER IT IS,

WE ARE BROTHERS and SISTERS

IN CHRIST.

And SO WE LOVE HER.

And WE’LL MISS HER,

THE TABERNACLE.

HOW I WILL MISS,

SISTER BELL’S,

them GREAT, BIG,

COARSE

“AMENS”

BACK THERE

IN THE CORNER.

62-0311 – The Greatest Battle Ever Fought
Rev. William Marrion Branham.