“From Henceforth You Are My Son” | Story told by Rev. William Branham (61-0827)

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God’s grace is like this. Let me tell you a story, in ending. God’s grace is like this. One time there was a mighty king, and this mighty king had a son and it was his only son. And one day a murderer killed that boy. And through that kingdom went the delegates hunting for that murderer. They finally found that murderer. And when they found him, they brought him back and imprisoned him. And when they did, a trial was set and a sentence was made. Oh, it was a terrible thing. He had murdered the king’s son, and he knowed what was coming to him. 156 They put him into the inner cells, they locked the doors, they put pads on it so no one…the guards around it, ’cause we know what kind of a horrible punishment this boy was going to receive, because he killed the king’s son, the royal, king’s son. Guards was placed all around the doors. He was put in inner cells. Stripped, with nothing but a—a loincloth on. And there he was, set there in that condition. Starving, wouldn’t give him nothing to eat. He was setting in that condition. 157 Then they brought him out to a trial. He was found guilty and proven guilty. A sentence was made, that he was to be executed under horrible capital punishment, he was to be killed by inches until his mortal life was gone. Sentenced by the judge, he was to die. And he begged and he cried, and he said, “Though I am guilty, though I am guilty, I’m sorry that I did that. I wish I had never done it. I’m sorry that I did it. In a moment, in a rage of temper, I did it. I didn’t mean to do it that way.” 158 One day the king went down to the place, to visit the boy, to tell him, talk to him and tell him about killing his own son, the only son he had. He had killed that boy. He said, “I’m going down to talk to him.” 159 And when he went down there, he looked back in that cage, like a caged-in animal. He saw his little skinny body laying back there in a corner, crying. His face all sunk in, his jaws sank back, his eyes way back, matter was all in his eyes, and his mouth was all whited over; no water, thirsty. Laying back there on his face, crying. The king said, “Stand up.” He come up to him, and he looked at him. He said, “Why did you kill my son? What did my son do to you? What did he do to merit such a death as you killed him, stabbing him to death with a spear?” 160 He said, “Nothing, my lord, not one thing. Just my own impudence, just my own ways. I killed him because I was jealous of him, and I got in a temper fit and I killed him.” Said, “Now I’m to die under your justice, sir. I realize that and I deserve to do it. Only thing I’m crying for, that I’m just sorry that I killed that royal man like that, without a cause.” 161 The king turned on his heels and walked out, went out to the desk, and said, “Destroy all the records!” You know, put them in the sea of forgetfulness. “Destroy all the records! Wash him up, clean him up. I’ll send down a robe for him.”162 After a while, a great big limousine drove up to the door. When it did, a carpet was spread out to the prison cell. The king stood at the end of limousine, said, “Come, my son, and ride home with me to the palace,” put the king’s robe around his shoulder. He said, “From henceforth you are my son.”163 Because he had pity, that’s grace. That was me, that was you. We killed the Son of God, with our sins. We were alien, dirty, filthy, laying in the cells of the world. God washed us by the Blood of His Own Son, and cleansed us, put on the robe of the Holy Spirit. And now the great chariot of God will back up to the door someday, and we’ll go home to live with Him. All records are destroyed, we can’t be judged no more; burn them up, He put them in the sea of forgiveness and remembers about it no more. No wonder we can sing!
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now I’m found,

And was blind, but now I see.

It was grace that taught my heart to fear,

Grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed!


61-0827 - The Message Of Grace
Rev. William Marrion Branham