To think, that perfect love casts out all fear. You’re not scared about nothing; you’re just resting. You’re not, “Oh, I may backslide tomorrow. I may backslide next week.” I won’t worry about that. I’m not trying to hold on. I—I…He held on for me. And He put a love in my heart that holds there. It’s Him holding me, not me holding Him. If it was me holding Him, I’d probably turn loose. But as long as He’s holding me, He will never turn loose. He promised He wouldn’t.

“I’ll never leave thee nor forsake thee.” Amen. Oh. “He that heareth My words, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath Everlasting Life, and shall not come into condemnation, but’s passed from death unto Life.”

I will rest my solemn soul upon that Word of God and stand and say, “As long as I know there’s something in me, making me love the Lord Jesus so well I don’t want to do wrong.” I’m anchored. Amen.

Rev. William Marrion Branham