This song I first heard it from a doctor friend of mine called Dr. Sam Ikunda. It reminds me of a story told by Rev William Marrion Branham of an American preacher called Paul Rader. Allow me to share the story here. I pray that you are inspired by the song and the story to face your storms and challenges with the FAITH to ride on it. It is a long reading but I promise you it is worth the time. Be blessed!
He keeps His promise. He is Eternal, True. He cannot fail. His Word can never fail. “Heavens and earth will pass away, but My Words can never pass away.”
Paul said, one time, he was having a struggle. He was out in the islands and he had a fever. He was nearly a hundred miles from a doctor. Out in the swamps, and the swamp, black-water fever had took him; and that’s sudden death. And it got dark. And he told his little, faithful wife, said, “You stand right by me, honey, and pray. It’s getting so dark in the room, but,” said, “I am believing God. And I don’t care what happens. I believe God. I’ll stay right with it.” Said, “You stay here and pray, honey.” And she prayed. And it got darker, said, “Dear, it’s getting darker in the room. But, oh, I feel at peace.”
And after a while, it got so dark, he went out. He went into a dream. He thought he was dreaming. He was back up in Oregon, where he come from, cutting some timber. And the boss said, “Paul, go up to the top of the mountain there, and cut me a tree, so-many inches though, so-many feet long, and bring it down to me.” Said, “All right, boss. I’ll do it.”
Went up there, and downed his little old tree, and stuck the ax in it, reached down to get a hold of it, and he just couldn’t lift it up. He said, “I’ve lost my strength. I just can’t go any further. I have lost my strength. Why,” he said, “here I am, a big man. I weigh better than two hundred pounds. I got a great muscle, back. Why,” he said, “I used to just kick my knees together, get a hold of most any size log, and could raise it up for them to put chains under it.” He said, “And here, that little limb, no bigger than that, and I couldn’t lift it.” Said, “I tussled and I tried, till all my strength was gone. Oh,” he said. “Then I thought, ‘What can I do?’” Said, “I sit down and leaned up against a tree.” He said, “Oh, I’m so sad. My boss wants this little tree down there, and I’m not even man enough to take it down.”
Oh, what our Boss wants! He wants a Church without spot, without wrinkle. He wants a Blood-washed bunch of people. He wants a people with faith, who will stand on His Word and say, “That’s God’s Eternal Truth. It was meant for me, and I believe It.”
And said, as he sit there, he was leaned against a tree, and he was weeping. And said he heard his boss speak, and said, “Paul?”
And he said, “Yes, boss, here I am. But I’ve lost all my strength. I just can’t go any farther. I’ve tried to do, and I’ve tried to obey you and do what you said do, but I just can’t get this thing off the ground.” He said, “I’ve struggled. I’ve tried. I’ve done everything.”
Then said, when he heard his voice, of his boss, he thought, “That sounds strange. I never heard that boss speak so gentle to me.”
And said, “When I turned around, it was my real Boss. It was my Master, my Saviour.”
He said, “Paul, you’re just struggling yourself to death. That won’t do you any good.” Said, “Paul, don’t you see that little stream of water running there?” He said, “Yeah.”
He said, “Just pitch the thing in there. Get on it and ride it on down to the camp. It goes to the camp.”
He said, “I jumped up and rolled the log in, and jumped on the log. Went down over the riffle, just a screaming to the top of my voice, screaming, ‘I’m riding on it! I’m a riding on it! I’m a riding on it!’”
And when he come to hisself, he was right out in the middle of the floor. And his wife screaming to the top of her voice. He was out in the middle of the floor, saying, “I’m riding on it! I’m riding on it! I’m a riding on it!”
And, brother, sister, I know the trials are hard. I’m getting old, and I’ve preached. I’ve done everything that I know to do. I’ve got to a place, to where I see I can’t do no more. I’ve just laid the whole thing in the lap of the Lord Jesus, and I’m riding on it. I’m riding on God’s promise, “I the Lord hath planted It. I water It, day and night, lest some should pluck It from My hand.” God’s Church will endure forever.
The Word of God will stand, emphatically right, forever. And regardless if kingdoms come, or atomic bombs fall, or America backslides, whatever takes place, This is His Word. He keeps It. And I’m riding on It. I believe It with all my heart.
And may each individual here this morning, get a close view of that now, what it means, that now we are riding on This. Someday we’ll be there at the camp, where the saints are camped on the breadth of the earth. God and His children will be rejoicing, forever. Grant it, Lord.
57-0407M - God Keeps His Word
Rev W.M. Branham
http://table.branham.org
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