The Eagle in the Barnyard
As told by William Branham
I was amazed one time, speaking of an eagle, I
heard of a farmer, and he was setting a hen . . . So this farmer went; he got a eagle's
egg. And he lacked one of having a setting, so he put the eagle's egg under the hen.
And when that hatched out, it was the funniest looking little thing to all those
little chickens. Why, he couldn't understand what they were chirping about; he spoke
in a different language. He didn't know what them chickens was talking about.
I hope you know what I mean.
So then, he watched them, and he didn't know what to do. And they
all picked on him, 'cause he said he was an odd fellow. He perhaps was. But he
was an eagle to begin with. They could stretch their little wings and flop around,
and he'd look at them. And they were, all the way they were. Old hen would
cluck, and they knowed every one of the clucks, so here come the little chickens all
running in. But the eagle didn't understand that cluck. And he wouldn't come
in, because he didn't know that kind of clucking. I'm not going to say much, but I
hope you know what I'm talking of. He didn't understand it. He talked
different . . . You're borned an eagle; God knows His own. He knowed you
before the foundation of the world; predestinated you to be sons and daughters of
God.
Notice, then we notice that this old hen, every time she'd find a
little bug or something, she'd cluck to her little chickens and all the little chickens
come, the little [eagle] come in the back looking around. He was a funny looking
little creature. But you know, one day she happened to be out in the barnyard
feeding, and the old mother eagle happened to fly by. And as she flew by her
great shadow swept over the top of the barnyard; she looked down, and she seen her
own. He knows His own. And she screamed to him, and when she did, the little
fellow turned his head and begin to look upward. That's the way he ought to have
been looking all the time. And when he looked up, she screamed back, and she said,
"Son, you're not a chicken; you're mine."
I'm so glad that God's got children all walks of life,
businessman, whatever they may be, but God knows His own. And when they hear
the Gospel of the power of Jesus Christ, they know that voice. "My sheep know My
voice."
EAGLE IN HER NEST Chicago, IL 57-0705