"I’ve always loved robins. Now, you boys out in radio land, don’t
shoot at my birds.
You see, they’re-they’re-they’re, Them’s my birds.
Did you ever hear the legend of the robin, how he got his red breast?
I’ll stop here a moment.
How he got his red breast.
There was the King of kings was dying one day on the Cross,
and He was suffering and no one would come to Him.
He had no one to help Him.
And there was a little brown bird wanted to take them nails
out of the Cross, and he kept flying into the Cross and jerking on
those nails. He was too little to pull them out, and he got his little
breast all red with blood. And ever since then his breast has been red.
Don’t shoot him, boys. Let him alone."
~Brother Branham~
My Lifes Story
