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