What a sweet touch unto him, the touch came again and the hand remain on the spot.
Oh, what a mighty night of experience.
Oh sound of melody
Oh thou solemn hymn
Just few minutes later, the nepa brought light.
What a strange moment with the mighty ones whom the congregation await for a powerful delivery.
Will she still worship
Will he still lead prayer
So both dressed up and she took her leave into her own room.
The prayer cord couldn't rest, he couldn't pray, he was just silent.
After 30 minutes, they departed for the meeting and she took the mic like of old, the cloud change its nature, the rainbows set out and the lightning spark.
People were weeping as she began to sing but the prayer cord was crying to not because of the move but because of the previous pleasure of sin.
The move of God never change the way it comes when she hold the mic, the same presence came and the system of His operations still goes on.
She led the worship for 30 minutes and the prayer cord was to take over. So mount the pulpit and took the mic.
That prayer machine, that presence drawer, that mighty man, oh the great one has fallen.
Come again o Lord, for thy people await thee, move again o Lord for thy people expect thee, angels where art thou, blow the wind again that brethren may know that you are here.
That was the heart crying of the prayer cord, the cloud was silent, the atmosphere was silent, the ground shakes no more. I want to see you Like a mighty rushing winds, I want to dwell under the shadow of your winds
Blow blow blow Like a mighty rushing winds Spirit of victory Cover us with your wind
He sang the song but had no response even from heaven He began to struggle to call down the presence of God.
