"He was a Man." When He laid in the back of that boat that night, when ten thousand devils of the seas swore they'd drowned Him, and the winds a blowing, a howling, the mast pole broke, and the oars, the little ship water-logged and they're plunging… The devil was lightning gleaming on top of every wave, and glistening his eyes, and saying, "I got Him now." He was a man laying in the back of that boat where the winds and waves didn't disturb Him. He was a man laying there asleep, tired like any other man. But when He put His foot upon the brail of the boat, looked up and said, "Peace be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him, that was more than a man. That was Deity speaking from Him.
It's true that He was a man when He cried at the cross, "My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" He was a man living there—a hanging there on the cross, but when He arose on Easter morning, breaking the Roman seal, and opening up the tomb, He proved He was God.
Oh, the poet said,
Living, He loved me;
Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
Someday He's coming—oh, glorious day.
It's thrilled the hearts of every man, and woman, and poet, or anything else that ever lived from that time to know that He was more than a man. He was a Man; He was the God Man. God was in Christ, reconciling the world to Himself.
William Branham, Sermon "Sirs, We Would See Jesus"