TEMPER, PRIDE'S REACTION

When you loose your temper

You loose your thinking faculty

The prophet said you go insane

You’re not what you ought to be

You can’t defend a single word

Or anything you do

When possessed by this condition

There’s no Holy Ghost with you

You enjoy the strength this gives you

You have power to say it all

Though you can’t defend it in the Word

On this spiteful strength you fall

There’s severe unkindness to the saints

Harsh judgements with intention

Not the smiling face you took

To the last convention

You become bitter of severity

From real or supposed

Ill treatment that you think you got

When your opinions were opposed

I suspect that pride and temper

Live together side by side

That temper is provoked by it

But behind it pride can hide

Temper, one of prides reactions

When one disagreed with daring

Your opinions that you elevate

So you cut them without caring

Behaviour that’s disgraceful

You do your testimony harm

Because there’s no humility

And when ruffled can’t stay calm

Self controls not good enough

Don’t carry Satan’s load

Then when under pressure

You’ll stay sweet and not explode.

 Did you ever see a person have a temper fit? Well, that's just what it is. That's just them devils. That's what happened to them. You ever see one of them having a temper fit, you say, "Oh, uh-huh, I know what happened in Gadara now." See? That's just exactly. Just a few more come in there, run him completely insane; 'cause the medical doctor will tell you that temper is the first stage of insanity. That's what Mayo says, the first stage of insanity.

William Branham, Questions and Answers 59-12-23

... when you got that baptism of the Holy Ghost, it's takes that old temper out of you. It puts you in a dress and makes you act like a lady. It'll make you quit your smoking, drinking, lying, stealing, and everything. Brother, when you've got the baptism of the Holy Ghost, it separates you. It delivers you from the things of the world. Amen. It makes you love God. It makes you go to church. It makes you worship Him. It makes you tell your neighbor about it. It makes you live above sin.
William Branham, Arrow of God's Deliverence 56-08-01

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

EVEN GANGSTERS CAN APOLOGIZE

Gangsters can apologize

When they see they got it wrong.

But religion is far worse than that

And in pride keeps holding on.

Religious wars are always worse

Than an unbelievers battle.

They’ll fight you to the death

And your defenses rattle.

Crusading in their righteousness

Manners all forgotten.

Yes just basic manners.

In malice deeds begotten.

To others it’s so obvious,

But still gamely do they fight.

By strong delusion blinded,

They think they’re in the right.

There’s just one thing that you can do,

Is leave it to the Lord.

He’s the mighty One in battle,

And wields a two edged Sword.

He can do an inner work,

Retrieve the one that’s lost.

Make a soft and tender heart,

That once was hard with frost.

HUMILITY

The humanistic concept

And religious point of view

Is not humility as God expects

To manifest in you.

Indecisive, weak, reserved

Defensive, complex, scared,

If this is how you view the Word

Your experience should be feared.

It’s humility to the Word

And easy to entreat

It will always give fair hearing

And admit when it’s been beat.

It won’t stubbornly hold on

To opinions that it’s formed

When the Word can clearly show

These opinions are deformed.

Humility is confident

And quiet is not the measure

It’s softness to the Word

That’s humility to treasure.

REAPING A HEAVY HARVEST

In foolishness the seeds I’ve sown

Now I reap and how it’s grown

This wretched thing that I conceived

Has given birth and how I’m grieved

A harvest heavy, full of care

A burden I find hard to bear

It was me; I did it, I’m to blame

And now I have to bear the shame

Curse this flesh and sin that clings

As a scorpion that stings

But one day soon this beast I’ll crush

Then the battle in my mind will hush

From sins illusion then set free

I’ll be the one I want to be

Perfect flesh and perfect mind

No more ties of sin that bind

You’ll all rejoice to see me free

But released from my worst enemy

I’ll be rejoicing even more

As I slip through heavens door.

Now, you say, "Well, can't we backslide?" Absolutely. And when you backslide, you're going to get it; don't you worry. Abraham got it, and the rest of them got it, and you'll get it. Don't you think it gives you a right to sin; it doesn't. You'll pay for everything that you do. You'll reap what you sow. You do one little sin, and you'll reap a whole washtub full. That's right. But, brother, that don't mean to say that you're lost. That's exactly right. Abraham reaped exactly what he sowed. That's right. But he was still saved.
William Branham, Hebrews Chapter 6 57-09-08

WE'RE NOT ISLANDS IN THE SEA

 I look at friends I love so dear

And see much that I desire

The way they want to serve the Lord

Walk a little higher

But as I get to know them more

A different facet’s seen

Scars from hurts along life’s path

And hard places they have been

Regrets for things that they did wrong

And the price they had to pay

And the burdens that they had to bear

Carry all the way

Not only love I feel now

But the burdens that they bear

The regret once theirs now are mine

It’s the price of loving care

Their shame is mine along with scars

We’re not islands in the sea

You’re in me and I’m in you

I’m not me but we.

THE PENTECOSTAL PUSSY CAT

We’ve all met some lovely folk

Real sweet that you can tell

With Christian grace and softness

While every thing goes well

While you give it’s all OK

But the test will really be

When you accidentally trip or fail

What reaction you will see?

These reactions really show us

What’s hiding underneath

A dove with grace and love

Or a badger with sharp teeth

My prophet tells a story

Of a cat he gently patted

It purred and rubbed against him

And nothing really mattered

He carried on to tell us

About this little cat

That when it’s fur was ruffled

It hissed and snarled and spat

The Pentecostal pussy cat

You can’t afford to be

You have to have the Holy Ghost

So Jesus Christ we’ll see