Healing You AgainHealing You Again was born in one of the most desperate seasons of my life—a time when the ground under me felt like it was splitting open, and all I had left to stand on was the hope that God still heals. It was 2017.

 

My late wife was dying of cancer, and I was doing everything in my power to “crack the code” of supernatural healing. I devoured teachings, prayed every prayer, and chased every scrap of revelation that might unlock the breakthrough we were believing for.I remember watching a message by Joseph Prince on healing through communion.

 

The idea hit me sideways—in the best way. It was so disarmingly simple that it felt like something only God could’ve thought up: taking the most intimate act of remembrance and loading it with resurrection power. Bread and a cup. Nothing flashy. Nothing complicated. Nothing to perform. Just a table where grace speaks louder than fear, and the finished work of Jesus stands unshaken by diagnosis or circumstance.In that moment, I wasn’t just looking for answers—I was looking for Him. I wanted something tangible to hold onto when faith felt thin.

 

Communion became that anchor. Not a ritual, not a formula, not a magic key… but a rhythm of returning. A place where I could breathe again. A place where the weight came off my shoulders and back onto the shoulders of the One who already carried our sickness, our shame, our sorrow.

 

This song came from that collision—raw hope meeting raw pain, and Jesus still standing there in the middle. It’s not written from the vantage point of someone who “got it all right,” but from someone who discovered that God’s healing isn’t a code to crack. It’s a Person to encounter. And He keeps coming. He keeps healing. He keeps meeting us in the simple things—like bread, like a cup, like a whisper in the quiet—reminding us that the power isn’t in our striving… it’s in His finished work.Healing You Again is a song for anyone who’s been where I was: tired, searching, holding on by a thread, but still daring to believe.

 

It’s a reminder that God doesn’t roll His eyes at your need. He draws near to it. He invites you back to the table, not as a test… but as a meeting place. And every time you come, you meet the Healer again—not because you mastered faith, but because grace has never stopped pursuing you.This is the sound of returning. The sound of remembering. The sound of a God who heals, even when we’re still learning what that really means.