Uncle Chibuzor happened to be our prayer cord.
When he prays, lighting spark, thunder strike.
His prayer life is so much admiring, his way of praying is like that of the Elijah we read about, in the bible.
Everybody love to see Uncle chibuzor leading prayer, because whenever he held the mic, we are set to pray.
We always know when we start to pray, but the time we stop nobody knows.
Uncles Chibuzor has ushered us into realms and dimension of spiritual operations, we all begin to pray on our own without anyone telling us to pray.
Prayer becomes our daily doze and a ‘our must do’ activity every time.
Our coming together every Wednesday to pray is always a thing of joy because we all know that we are traveling that night, whenever we choose to bend the kneels, even the head bow, the sound of our prayer is a sound of groaning, our method of ascending into prayer realms is as that of solemn sound that only immortal men can comprehend.
Our life changed like day and night.
Our holidays at home always terrifies the principality and powers in our territories
Mummies and daddies desired us to come home often, and we love it because when we stay we love to pray.
The impart of our prayer cord has transformed our lives and renew our strength.
Every fellowship wanted to see uncle Chibuzor praying, so many programs are organized that he may come to lead prayers.
Chains are broken at the sound of his voice, demons cried out when he holds the mic.
The ground shakes, the wall crack because and ambassador from heaven is chanting.
One day, aunty Lizzy came into the fellowship.
Her beauty is that of a yellow mango, her voice sounds like that of a speaking string, her posture calls attention, who is he that behold her beauty and look away without a minutes distraction.
She joined the fellowship worship team, her mode of worship draw men to worship God, she sound so spiritual that we all do feel the presence of angels.
How wonderful was that night she led the worship before the prayer cord took the mic.
The wonders and the beauty of that night was an amazing wonder everyone can’t deny.
The closeness started, the relationship began and the system of operations took a new dimension.
Who will not think to have her as a partner in ministry, who will not love to hold her hand in marriage.
More invitation came in so powerful. And Every time the prayer cord goes out to minister, sister Lizzy the Angelic voice follows.
The last invitation that came was from the north, in the city of Zaria and it happens to be a vigil meeting.
The guest ministers arrived the hotel booked for them, they ate and they enjoy their meal.
The organizer booked two rooms for them to stay, but just before they go to rest, they had to be together at the dining table.
Sister Lizzy demanded the prayer cord attention to let them have some time to pray together.
Uncle Chibuzor agreed so that the meeting will go smoothly, and heaven will come down.
The prayer began, and suddenly PHCN interrupted. No phone was near, and touch light was at the other side.
Both were searching for a means of lightning the room, unconsciously, his hand passes through her chest and here came a silent voice saying (ouch) like of Jennifer.
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
…to be continued
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