Incense

Incense is rising
Day and night, every corner of the world
Aroma of praise is sending
The music of His love that swirled
As perfumed smoke ascending.

Incense is rising
God's heart to fill, His heart alone
Fragrance of prayer unending
On angels' ladders to the throne
All human hope transcending.

Incense is rising
Though there is darkness in both night and day
Perfume of praise is spreading
To those who find the purpose of His Way
Now in His footsteps treading.

Incense is rising
The world, blind to His presence cannot see
They miss His awesome blessing.
The faithful represent His majesty
His glorious Grace expressing.

Incense is rising
The praise of Him in good times and in bad
A path of radiant glory
Transmitting fragrance that can only add
A passion to the story.

Now, in the heavenly fulness of His praise
Those songs are multiplying
What God has first provoked within our days
And heaven's Grace supplying
His heart and ours entwined and harmonising
Incense is rising.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Psalm 14:1a

Book by Paul Purday

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