What's the trouble with us tonight, we tried to be an adult in God, when we ought to be babies in God. We know so much. God dwells in the center of humility and simplicity. Don't never forget that.
I don't care, if death is staring you in the face, you can sing, "Happy day, happy day, since Jesus washed my sins away."
No wonder Paul could stand in the face of death and say, "O death, where is your sting? Grave, where is your victory?" Sure. Through tribulations he had learned the love of God. Suffering brings patience, works tribulations to bring patience, of course. Now, patience makes love, trust.
William Branham, Sermon "Love"