“…golden bowls full of incense,

which are the prayers of the saints."

Lift your prayers,

allow the praises to flow.

Release them from the hold of this world,

watch as heavenward they go.

Allow your praise & petition

to permeate the sky.

Let your heart’s love loose,

to the Lord let praises fly.

With all the assurance of faith

& joy of His grace,

Know our prayers have a home ~

a very special place.

These are not the empty words

of a hollow heart,

But, Love’s words taken flight,

in worshipful praise.

They go to our King,

our Saviour & Lord.

There, in His court

in golden bowls they are stored.

Our prayers are a treasure,

the incense of praise.

The gentle wafting of words,

our chorus of voices raised.

This joining of saints in Love,

made fresh & anew,

Will sing a new song

in Glory’s heavenly hue.

Not by our word’s strength or our worship

are the bowls full of an offering,

But by the grace of Jesus,

we lift our souls to sing.

Holy, Holy, Worthy, Worthy,

will we forever sing.

By mercy, by Love,

we are a holy incense before our King.