THE HALL OF CRITICS

The hall of critics is a must

For famous paintings painted

Our prophet says it’s just the same

For Christians to be sainted

Our imagination softly had it

That we’d hang nicely on the wall

But having spent some time in there

My illusion has to fall

Consider how our Lord was hung

And our brothers too

Do you really think those spirits,

Would make it easier on you?

Critics driving nails hard

Through your hands and feet

Rejection, pain and blood

Not famous painting sweet

Pounding pain into your heart

Thorns pushed in your head

Not content to finish till

Every drop of blood is bled

But here's the part I like

God's watching on to see

How much of His own character

Lives inside of me.

 When He can clearly see

His own Life a reflection

He’ll call me “highly favoured”

For I’ve passed with His inspection

Then it’s to the hall of fame

And here will be accepted

And forgotten is the time

When by critics was rejected.



My little old manager, God bless his heart, old Brother Bosworth... laid yonder in Texas, with his back beat into stripes when they threatened to cut his throat and everything else. When he walked with a broken wrist trying to pack his suitcase, beat for preaching the baptism of the Holy Ghost.
"Wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins, and destitute, and in desert places, of whom the world is not worthy to receive."
William Branham, Israel at the Red Sea 53-03-26

And you know, most all famous pictures, before they're hung in a hall of fame, they have to go through the hall of critics first, and have to pass the critics. Then when it passes the critics, then it can be hung in a hall of fame.
Now, I think that's our little church. It's past through ever criticism, been called every black and ugly name. But I think God's going to hang it in the hall of fame one of these mornings and going to take it up, and I want to be with them when they go.
William Branham, Expectations 50-04-05