OUR NAMES ARE ENGRAVED ON THE PALMS OF HIS HANDS

With our names indelibly engraved in blood upon His hands

He reaches through sins chasm to rescue fallen man

The blood cells breaking in His veins, in torment in the garden

Was the only way that man could get grace and total pardon.

As His blood and water separate we see His will being broken

So He can make the cross an everlasting token

Then brutal Roman nails eternally engraved

A memorial forever a receipt to show men saved.

He brought out the triumph over the grave, death, hell, sickness, every barrier, everything that stands in the way of perfect freedom for the Christian. Everything that you have need of was taken care of. It was done been suffered for, done been accepted, done bled for, done died, done rose; and God justified Him. He justifies you to believe it. Up from the grave He arose, proved that He was God.
Buddha, made some great statements. Buddha died and is in the grave twenty three hundred years ago, still there. Mohammed made a lot of great statements. But he died, and he's in the grave, and been there for about... nearly nineteen hundred years. He's in the grave, no speaking afterwards. They might have been great man. Confucius, the great Chinese philosopher, many of those great man, Poets and authors, and gods and whatmore, they might have been great in their stand.
But when God raised up His Son on Easter morning, It proved It. And He sent the Holy Ghost, and we've got the receipt of it now. I can hear Him scream from eternity, "Because I live, ye live also." Amen. That's right. "Because I live, you live also."

William Branham "Living, Dying, Buried, Rising, Coming" 59-04-03

OVERWHELMING LOVE

I stand in awe am overwhelmed

At the love God has for me

Though I see the reasons in the Word

Still wonder how it can be

I can’t comprehend His patience

How he graciously waits by

Till I finally surrender

And let my will just die

So constantly I've made mistakes

With many more to come

Yet His grace is still unending

He won’t let me come undone

What about iniquity?

The things I knew weren’t right

How He still has mercy

And washes that from sight

There’re just no words that I can say

To express my humbled heart

That He’s been guiding, watching me

From the very start

There’re others better than I am

That He just passed right by

And came and chose me as His own

So I won’t have to die

I know that He forknew me

That I’m a part of Him

But still it always moves me

That He’d save me from my sin

 There was never One like Him on earth, never will be. He was Emmanuel. He was Alpha, Omega, the Beginning and the End, He that was, which is, and shall come, the Root and Offspring of David; the Morning Star. In Him dwelt Deity. In Him was God.
"God was in His Son, in Christ, reconciling the world to Himself." Jesus said, "It's not me that doeth the works, but it's My Father that dwelleth in Me. My Father and I are One," God made manifest in flesh. What a marvelous revelation of God's love to us, He would unfold Himself and come down and dwell in human flesh in order to take away sin and sickness from the human race and redeem us back to the Father.

William Branham, Redemption By Power 54-03-29

IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS YOU LEAVE UNDONE

Your way just isn’t working and you must let go of pride

Then you won’t walk a double way with the sin you try to hide

While you think that you’re controlled, you’re unstable, weak and flighty

But it doesn’t have to stay this way if you submit to God Almighty

Standing back it’s obvious, there’s a lack of separation

You didn’t give the world away because of lack of dedication

So the little things you left undone have grown once again

And now you find you‘re caught again in the folly of sin’s shame.

One day will be your last, you’ll be given to your deception

And the pain and sorrow that you’ll birth, will be of your conception

To choose and strive for hell, your mind must be possessed

You’ve spent too long with Satan and your thinking he’s caressed

Think of tribulation and the horror that’s just waiting

Because you took the hook that Satan had been baiting

Then stop and think of hell, and literal fire burning

On and on your flesh is burnt because Gods Word you’re spurning

But the magnificence of heaven: imagination fails!

Compared earth’s best is nothing, it’s dreary, washed out, pale.

You have to be insane not to do your very best

To persevere for God and labour so you rest.

DEATH IS STALKING CLOSELY

You’ve dusted once, you’ve swept up twice the house came up quite clean

Now you open up the doors again to evil places that you’ve been

Invited back the Old One comes, increased, stronger, greater,

In pride you think you’re in control and will sort this problem later

Dark iron bands of sin constrict, a heart that God had softened

Because it tempted sin so much, though God warned you clearly often

Turned from God, ears dull to hear, slipping, sliding, falling

Eyes glazed over, unresponsive to hear God’s warning calling

Demonic hands reach out to grip, enticing luring leading

Too numb to save yourself, falls descent now speeding

With triumph gloating on their faces, evil grins now leering

Sins wind now whistling in your ears, destruction quickly nearing

Hells stench that sticks upon your clothes and fingerprints of sin

You train the dark side carefully, and sit back and watch it win

In stubbornness you tread God down, ignore advice that’s given

Once subdued, hell’s imps control and now in earnest driven.

You play with dragons, cuddle snakes, and pride says you’re OK

As poisoned claws caress your face, beguiled you stay and play

Death is stalking closely, and by death you’re overtaken

Quickly turn and run; shake your self; awaken!

Now, if the life is in here is God's faith, and it's of God, it can produce nothing but a Christian life. That's all. You can't make a thorn grow on a--make apples grow on a thorn tree. Whatever the tree, if its got sycamore bark on it, looks like a sycamore tree, and bearing apples, it's a apple tree, 'cause the life in it is a apple tree life, and it's producing apples.
Don't make any difference whether it's Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, Full Gospel, Pentecostal, whatever you are, Nazarenes, if you're bearing the fruits of the Spirit, you got Life in you. See, see?

Now, the life is known by what's on the inside. Now, if that unclean spirit is gone out, and their life that it is in here is faith, "Go ye and sin no more," that is, disbelieve no more, "or a worse thing..." sure, seven others will come with him, and come in by force and take it.
William Branham, Explaining Healing, and Jairus 54-02-16

WHAT MIRROR ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

You’ll always be reflecting the things you’re looking at

It shows up in the clothes you wear; the way you wear your hat

Your associations and the places you go walking

The atmosphere you carry and the words that you like talking.

Every mirror that the world will give always shows that you are failing

You can never match the image in the magazines they’re mailing

When you think you’ve finally made it, they go and change the style

Though constantly you’re striving, you miss the mark a mile

The computer or the phone you brought will always need upgrading

And worse still in the mirror you see your body fading

These mirrors show false images and dictate the way you live

You serve them like they’re god’s and make sacrifice to give

But there’s a Mirror we can use, not some darkened glass

And It shows us clearly perfect, and not an image that will pass

It’s the mirror of the Word where we behold His glory

Where we can see our place in salvation’s story

And we find that we’re conforming to the image we’re beholding

With senses sharpened and minds enlightened, we see the Word unfolding

The other half the ticket, fits into its place

Now one, we find reflecting, an image of God’s face.



His sinless nature expressed the Word of God so much that He and the Word was One. He said so. "I and My Father are One. I do always that what pleases the... I and My Father are just One." He was so perfect in the image of God until He and God was the expressed same thing. He was the flesh, the Son, that expressed the deity of God. So that made Him deity in a man, in order to redeem a man. See? He and the Word was One. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God. And the Word was made flesh..." So He and the Word became one, that the Word could express, and could show to the world that Example of what man should be.

And man can't be that in himself. There's no way to educate it to it; there's no way to join it; there's no way to baptize it; there's no way of doing nothing to it, only kill it and let it be borned again, and a new nature come in. That's the only way. Kill that nature of yourself that you might become... And then the Word becomes a living thing. It just expresses itself through you. See? Then you're looking in the looking glass, and the people sees you as a mirror. You know, God has made a way. People won't read the Bible, so God has made you a Bible. You are. What you do, people's looking at you.
William Branham, Identification 63-01-23

THERE'S A BLESSING IN THE BOOK

Why is knowledge scorned*

And revelation cheapened?

When it shows us who we are

And our love for God is deepened.

More important than we realize,

Revelation’s needed*

And from it grows a harvest

Of bounty that was seeded

Wise people know a lot,

But the foolish block their ear*

Have eyes that just can’t see

And ears that just can’t hear

A famine for the Word*

Because to listen they refuse

Instead of eating all the Bread,

Sit back and pick and choose

There’s a blessing in the book*

For those who read and listen

And as the Spirit moves you find,

Your eyes begin to glisten.

Moved beyond expression,

Tears run down your face

As you see the plan of God,

And His amazing grace

This Message is a letter

That many just don’t see

With love between the lines

That was hidden there for me

  

2^nd Peter 1:5,  2^nd Peter 3:18

Ephesians 1:17

Acts 7:57

Amos 8:11

Revelation 1:3

HUMILITY, REVERENCE, SERVICE

It takes six wings* to be, in the place that God demands

Humility, reverence, service, to fulfill all His commands.

Reverence to the Word, perfect, and almighty 

Grounded, staunch, unmovable: not weak, unstable, flighty.

Humility is compliant, dependent and submits,

And only wants the things it knows that the Word permits.

Action is required; faith doesn’t just sit still.

Service keeps on giving: serves God’s family, does His will

Isaiah 6:2-3

THE HIDING PLACE

 There’s a hiding place that I have found though it never had been lost

The problem was the price required, everything I was it cost

My ambition, my desires, the esteem I had for me 

My religion I held dear, my revelations I could see

Even all the rights I had, had to be forfeited

So that my worst enemy, overcome could be defeated

Emptied of myself [as much as I know now]

God takes me in behind the veil; I rest safely in His power

Away from stress and turmoil, and the noise of my own mind

I’m released from shackles that I forged, and wore that tightly bind

And if I find I’m bound again, I can’t blame it on another

It was me, I left the hiding place and the Word God gave to cover