Copeland stopped pacing. He tilted his head, as if listening to a voice only he could hear. He pointed a long, manicured finger directly toward Delia.
“That’s the lie talking,” Copeland said, and he smiled again. “You can. The healing is already done. You just have to get up and walk into it.” kenneth copeland healing
Copeland released her into Martha’s arms. He raised both hands to the sky, his face lifted toward the lights, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Glory!” he shouted. “Glory to the Lamb!” Copeland stopped pacing