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		<title>Believethesign: Photo courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green. 

&#039;&#039;And away they took me out to the hospital to see my little Sharon, my little girl. I couldn&#039;t call her... I wanted to call her a Bible name. I called my little boy Billy Paul after me and after Saint</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Photo courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green.   &amp;#039;&amp;#039;And away they took me out to the hospital to see my little Sharon, my little girl. I couldn&amp;#039;t call her... I wanted to call her a Bible name. I called my little boy Billy Paul after me and after Saint&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And away they took me out to the hospital to see my little Sharon, my little girl. I couldn&amp;#039;t call her... I wanted to call her a Bible name. I called my little boy Billy Paul after me and after Saint Paul. And then I wanted to call the baby a Bible name. And I couldn&amp;#039;t call her the Rose of Sharon, so I just called her Sharon Rose.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I went out the hospital, and the doctor met me. He said, &amp;quot;Billy, she&amp;#039;s dying. Don&amp;#039;t go in there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And I stood there till after the nurse turned her back, and I run down there; and I went down to where she was at. I looked at her. And there the little thing, laying there... I never will forget. She&amp;#039;s just eight months old.&lt;br /&gt;
And I remember, I used to come home, I... She&amp;#039;d set out in the yard, and I&amp;#039;d blow my horn like that, coming around the corner, and she&amp;#039;d go, &amp;quot;Goo, goo, goo,&amp;quot; just reach... I just loved those little fellows.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And she was suffering so hard, till one of them little fat legs was moving up and down in a spasm. And looked like her little hand was a waving. And I looked at her, and I said, Sherry, honey, you know daddy?&amp;quot; And I was trying to make myself strong. And I said, &amp;quot;You know daddy, honey?&amp;quot; And her little lips got to quivering. And when she looked at me, she was suffering so hard till her little eye went crossed.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, my. When I seen that tender little blue baby eye cross... &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I didn&amp;#039;t know it then, but I understand now. There&amp;#039;s never been a cross-eyed child come in line, but what I think of that. There&amp;#039;s never been one pass over the platform but what&amp;#039;s been healed too. I didn&amp;#039;t know the crushing had to bring it forth. But I never think of it till I see that.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;That little eye crossing, and she was suffering so hard. And I knelt down. I said, &amp;quot;O Jesus, please, God. I&amp;#039;m sorry for what I do.&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t take her from me. I love her, Lord, with all my heart. Please God.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Looked like a big black curtain come falling down. I knew she was gone. I raised up, put my hand over on her head. I said, &amp;quot;God bless you, my darling little sweet angel. I&amp;#039;m going to put you in the arms of mother. And the Angel is coming to pack you home in a few minutes. But someday, daddy will see you.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I raised up my head, and I said, &amp;quot;God, You gave and You taken away. I don&amp;#039;t know why You&amp;#039;re slaying me.&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;Yet You may slay me, I&amp;#039;m going to trust You as Job did. I&amp;#039;m going to believe You.&amp;quot; And I said, &amp;quot;I... Somehow You&amp;#039;re breaking my heart. I don&amp;#039;t know how I&amp;#039;m going to hold up any longer.&amp;quot; But I said, &amp;quot;God, I commit her little soul to You. Take it, Lord Jesus. Put it on the altar with the mother. And someday, let me come to see them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And as I did that, the Angels of God sweetly come down and taken away her little breath, and bore her away to be with her mother. I placed her in-- the mother, put them down beneath the ground.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
:Sermon: Life Story, Litte Rock, Arkansas, February 1950&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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