Your Healing Flows Where Health Is Contested

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5

O Lord of Hosts, the Great Physician who heals all infirmities. Jehovah Raphael, Your healing saturates the atmosphere, bringing life to cells and marrows.\

Your light radiates into the universe, Your healing heals the sick, dissolving shadows of affliction with the heat of Your glory.

You are source of vitality that never runs dry, and Your word remains the final report over biological and medical reports.

Ancient arrows of infirmity may attempt to afflict, but Your power deflects them. Hidden plantations of sickness may seek to take root, yet Your hand is not short to uproots and save.

Voices of diagnosis speak contrary to Your word of life, O Lord, but Your verdict silences every lying report. Your decree of wholeness is strength to the sick!

O lord, Your fire consumes roots of infirmity! By the blood of Jesus, records of inherited sickness are deleted from spiritual archives. Your hand touch areas where strength is failing to infuse vitality.

Yoke of affliction, you are broken by the power of the Holy Spirit!

O lord, Your power reconstructs what was damaged by spiritual or physical assault.

You promised good health and vitality to the body systems and organs.

You restore good health where sickness once prevailed. Your life flow through veins and arteries.

I thank You lord, for Your power to heal and for Your divine health.

In Jesus Name, Amen!

You Spirit of the Grave, You Shall Not Prevail!

I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD. Psalm 118:17

Heavenly Father, I come before You today, trusting in Your saving power. You are the source of life and the breath in nostrils.

You are the only one who can deliver from the shadow of death. I approach Your throne of grace through the precious name of Jesus.

He is mediator and redeemer of humanity who paid the price for liberty from the clutches of the pit. You are the Resurrection and the Life, the God who quickens the dead and calls those things which be not as though they were.

Your word is shield around the Faithful, and Your authority stretches over the heights of heaven and over the depths of the earth. Your promises are yea and amen, and Your faithfulness is my buckler against the arrows of destruction.

There are cold winds blowing from the cemetery trying to extinguish the candle of life before its time. The weight of ancestral shadows and the pull of the earth, are as if a hole has been dug for the feet to fall into.

Spirits of the grave are monitoring progress, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike and swallow destiny. The atmosphere around health and  family feels heavy with scent of decay and stagnation.

It seems as though a dark curtain has been drawn by powers one cannot see, intending to shut souls out of the land of the living. Forces of premature death are whispering lies and arranging circumstances to lead souls into silent valleys.

In response to attacks, send Your judgment to fall upon the gates of death. Father, shatter the locks of the underworld that fastened against many..

Let the earth refuse to cooperate with any voice calling the Faithful into the pit. Assignment of the grave to consume potentials, be frustrated and terminated, by the Blood of Jesus

You are my defender O Lord, and Your light scatters darkness surrounding existence. O Shadows of death, be rolled away by the power of the Holy Spirit, in the Name of Jesus.

I stand on Your word, O Lord, and decree that the pit dug shall swallow its own diggers. Let chains of ancestral burial be broken from hands and feet.

Let Your judgment strike the strongman of the grave who is keeping watch over photographs. The coffin prepare shall be burned to ashes by the Fire of God, in the Name of Jesus.

Any mark of the grave upon the forehead, be washed away by the Blood of Jesus.

Let the agenda of the enemy to make one a memory while still young, be paralyzed forever!

Father, release Your thunder against  powers visiting the cemetery to mention names for evil.

The grave clothes wrapped around  finances, be torn into pieces. Pull out of the waters of affliction and the miry clay of destruction, O Lord!

Let the covenant of death made by my forefathers be cancelled and nullified. The spirit of the grave trying to inhabit the home, be evicted by the divine presence of the Lord.

O God, You delivers from the snare of the fowler and the noisome pestilence. Strike down the agents of darkness that are monitoring movement for a fatal accident.

Let their evil expectations be turned into disappointment. The doors of the grave are closed against the life you have given,  children, and house, in the name of Jesus!

I declare that my body is the temple of the Holy Ghost and cannot be a habitation for sickness unto death. Any infirmities sent to lead to an early grave, be uprooted and cast away, in the Name of Jesus!

Your life-giving power flows through veins and restores organs. Father, silence the voice of the grave crying for blood.

Let the earth vomit blessings belonging to the Faithful, buried in the ground. I recover health, joy, and peace from the mouth of the pit, in the name of Jesus!

Stronghold of the grave in foundation, be dismantled and scattered, in the Name of Jesus.

Power of death lose your grip on the soul. I thank You, Father, for the breath of life that is renewed within, in the name of Jesus!

Victory is mine because You O Lord are a wall of fire and fortress of safety. I shall live to see children’s children and fulfill what You have written.

My testimony is sure, and my mouth is filled with laughter because the gates of hell could not prevail. I walk in the light of the living, restored and preserved by Your grace.

In Jesus Name, Amen!

Loose Soul from the Grip of Ancestral Spirits!

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped. Psalm 124:7 (KJV)

Father, I run to You today as my refuge and fortress. Your throne brings total victory from the shadows of the past that have followed so many for so long.

You are Lord and Savior. You are the Lord!

You are the Ancient of Days, the God that existed before ancestors were born. Your power is greater than any deity and greater than any bloodline practices that were performed in secret places of lineage.

While dealing with powers that claim ownership over lives in various states of origin, ancestral spirits monitor progressions and place obstacles to stop so many advancement.

Lord, old altars and forgotten sacrifices may keep souls in spiritual setbacks, and the weight of invisible limitation may try to pull them back into the mistakes of their forefathers.

Heavenly Father, You are God that  answer prayers and l thank you for answering.

You Shatter the cords of ancestral manipulation that tie hands. You Scatter the gathering of family idols where names are discussed. You terminate cycles of delay that has tracked bloodlines for generation, O Lord!

You uproot the tree of wickedness planted in the foundation before birth.

You Loose souls from the snare of the fowlers! The bird of destiny flies higher unto the freedom You have ordained.

You silence voices speaking from the grave against the future. You paralyze hands reaching from the past to steal the future You have given. I am separated from any ungodly covenant by the blood of Jesus.

Burn ancestral records to ashes, O Lord! Vacate every evil spirit squatting in a spiritual space. Let Your thunder scatter dark meetings and destroy tools, in the name of Jesus!

You judge gods of the land demanding worship! You neutralize the incantations spoken over the life of the faithful at birth.

You consume the very foundation of recurring problems with Your consuming fire.

Spirit of ancestral debt die by Your fire! Gates of greatness open by Your power! Years eaten by the cankerworm reaches restorariion!

You dismantle spiritual setbacks holding advancement, O God!. You release health, wealth, and peace from your throne of Grace.

Freedom is won by Your decree, by the blood of Jesus and in the name of Jesus.

There is no slave to history in Your restoration, O Lord!. Your grace has rewritten stories and has given new identities to citizens of heaven.

Thank You, Father, for the grace through Christ Jesus, thank you for the recovery.

Victory is assured because You have fought the battle and you have won the battle.

In Jesus Name, Amen!