How you going to do it? Stand still! God is wanting to place His Church, the sons and daughters of God. God, let me live to see it, is my prayer. So close till I can just feel it with my hands almost, look like. It’s right there. That’s what I’ve longed to see, waiting for the time when walk down the street; there lays a cripple laying there, from his mother’s womb, “Silver and gold have I none.” Oh, waiting for the manifestations of the sons of God, hallelujah, when God will make Hisself known, when they’ll stop sickness, they’ll stop cancer, they’ll stop diseases.