11 hours ago
Anonymous
Heavenly Father,
In the mighty and matchless name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, by the power of the Holy Spirit who dwells within us, we come boldly before Your throne of grace tonight.
Father, we plead the precious blood of Jesus over my dear friend’s 86-year-old mother right now—from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Let the blood of the Lamb be a perfect shield, a hedge of fire, and an impenetrable wall of protection around her body, soul, and spirit. We bind every attack of the evil one, every spirit of infirmity, every spirit of death, and every lying symptom, and we cast them into the abyss in Jesus’ name. They have no right, no authority, and no power here.
Lord Jesus, You are the Great Physician. We speak healing into her lungs—let the infection be consumed by Your fire, let every blood clot dissolve instantly by the power that raised You from the dead, let her COPD bow to the breath of the Holy Spirit filling her lungs with resurrection life. Normalize her blood pressure now, in Jesus’ name. Strengthen her heart; guard it from cardiac arrest. Touch her back and dissolve every ounce of pain. Let bones, muscles, nerves, and every cell align under Your creative Word that says, “Be whole.”
Father, surround her hospital bed (or her home) with warring angels—mighty angels with flaming swords—who excel in strength and obey Your voice. Station angels at every corner, at every doorway, at every window. Let Michael and his legions stand guard. No weapon formed against her shall prosper.
Holy Spirit, flood her room with Your presence. Infuse her with divine faith that moves mountains, unshakable hope that anchors her soul, and the perfect love that casts out all fear. Pour charity into her heart, peace that surpasses understanding, forgiveness that releases every burden, joy unspeakable that becomes her strength, and a garment of praise that silences the enemy. Let rivers of thanksgiving flow from her lips even now, and let every breath declare, “I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
Lord, let her feel cherished—deeply known, fiercely loved, and eternally valued by You. Wrap her in Your everlasting arms. Whisper to her spirit, “I am here. I am healing you. I am carrying you.”
We declare: she shall not die but live and proclaim what the Lord has done! Her latter days shall be greater than her former. She will finish her race with joy, surrounded by family, covered in glory, and welcomed home by You with, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
Thank You, Father. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Holy Spirit. We seal this prayer with the victory of Calvary and the authority You have given us. It is done. It is finished. Amen and amen.
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In the mighty and matchless name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, by the power of the Holy Spirit who dwells within us, we come boldly before Your throne of grace tonight.
Father, we plead the precious blood of Jesus over my dear friend’s 86-year-old mother right now—from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Let the blood of the Lamb be a perfect shield, a hedge of fire, and an impenetrable wall of protection around her body, soul, and spirit. We bind every attack of the evil one, every spirit of infirmity, every spirit of death, and every lying symptom, and we cast them into the abyss in Jesus’ name. They have no right, no authority, and no power here.
Lord Jesus, You are the Great Physician. We speak healing into her lungs—let the infection be consumed by Your fire, let every blood clot dissolve instantly by the power that raised You from the dead, let her COPD bow to the breath of the Holy Spirit filling her lungs with resurrection life. Normalize her blood pressure now, in Jesus’ name. Strengthen her heart; guard it from cardiac arrest. Touch her back and dissolve every ounce of pain. Let bones, muscles, nerves, and every cell align under Your creative Word that says, “Be whole.”
Father, surround her hospital bed (or her home) with warring angels—mighty angels with flaming swords—who excel in strength and obey Your voice. Station angels at every corner, at every doorway, at every window. Let Michael and his legions stand guard. No weapon formed against her shall prosper.
Holy Spirit, flood her room with Your presence. Infuse her with divine faith that moves mountains, unshakable hope that anchors her soul, and the perfect love that casts out all fear. Pour charity into her heart, peace that surpasses understanding, forgiveness that releases every burden, joy unspeakable that becomes her strength, and a garment of praise that silences the enemy. Let rivers of thanksgiving flow from her lips even now, and let every breath declare, “I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
Lord, let her feel cherished—deeply known, fiercely loved, and eternally valued by You. Wrap her in Your everlasting arms. Whisper to her spirit, “I am here. I am healing you. I am carrying you.”
We declare: she shall not die but live and proclaim what the Lord has done! Her latter days shall be greater than her former. She will finish her race with joy, surrounded by family, covered in glory, and welcomed home by You with, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
Thank You, Father. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Holy Spirit. We seal this prayer with the victory of Calvary and the authority You have given us. It is done. It is finished. Amen and amen.
