“Now come, let us hold a conference with each other, right in the seat where we’re setting. I’m setting here, by the side of you. I’m talking to you.” 

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“But, Lord, I’ve sinned,” says the sinner. “I’ve done so much. I—I don’t believe You could forgive me, Lord. I’m a drunkard. I’m a prostitute. I’m, oh, an ill-famed person. I don’t believe, Lord, there’d be any chance for me.” 

Then we hear the beautiful Words come back, “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white like snow. Though they be red like crimson; taking the life of many little babies before they’re born, and—and things that’s been horrible. Though they be red like crimson, they shall be white as the wool of a lamb.” 

 

What mercy! “Let us reason together,” saith God now.

Let us come, hold this conference, Lord.

 

59-1220M - Conference With God

Rev. William Marrion Branham