“And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.” Revelation 8:3-4 KJV
The sweet, sweet essence of praise,
drifting to Heaven.
A mist of fruitfilled fragrance,
Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.
Come and taste of the wind,
taste the Glory.
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Voices lifting in victorious harmony,
Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.
Drink of the love, flowing in the mist,
sacrificed to you, Lord.
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Humbly offered in tender words,
Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.
A resting place for you,
birthed in the hearts of your children.
So simple, yet so sincere,
Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.
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Upward – to You.
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Linda J. Humes 