They are Your children--Your faithful, loving, eager children, who have come to give You greeting.'
'My children? There are many that call themselves My children that I know not of.'
Mr. Treadman cried:
'Oh, my friends, this is the Lord! Rejoice and give thanks. Many are the days of the years in which you have watched for Him, and waited, and He has come to you at last.'
For the most part the people were still. There were some that pressed forward, but more that hung back. For now that they came near to the Stranger's presence they began to be afraid. Yet Mrs. Powell went close to Him, asking:
'Are you in very deed the Lord?'
He replied:
'Are you of the children of the Lord?
She drew a little back.
'I do not know Him; I do not know Him! Yet I am afraid.'