Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days 🔔

But Paul placed his small palm on her chest and whispered the song his late grandmother used to hum—the one about the One who was, who is, who is to come. Beatrice opened her eyes. She sat up. She asked for water.

Paul closed his eyes.

But that night, in a small room behind the crusade ground, a nurse found him sitting in a chair, humming the old song to himself. His eyes were closed. His breathing was soft. He looked, for the first time in his life, exactly his age. Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days

Paul smiled. He raised a trembling hand—the hand that had healed ten thousand souls—and said into the microphone, "Do not be afraid. The Ancient of Days has not left me. He has simply… arrived." But Paul placed his small palm on her

But deep down, Paul Nwokocha knew the truth. She asked for water

The first time Paul Nwokocha healed someone, he was seven years old and didn’t understand what he’d done.