I always felt sorry for an incubator chicken. A chicken that was born in an incubator chirps, and ain't got no mammy to go to. That puts me in mind of a seminary preacher that don't know no more about the Word of God than what the seminary said: Chirping and no mammy to go to. But when you are really born under the wings of His grace and power, you'll agree with every word He said is the truth. And when God moves in the supernatural, your heart will hunger right to it. You won't get off on the side and say, "Mental telepathy, a devil, Beelzebub. I don't believe that. My church doesn't teach it." You'll say, "God be praised forever." For you're filled.
The Oneness Of Unity - 58-0128 - William Branham
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