INCENSE TAKES OUR PRAYERS

Our incense wafts above from thurible
To take our prayers to Son at Father’s hand,
For Satan’s stink on earth is terrible
As evil spirits move throughout our land.
Please hasten, Lord, to help in our distress,
Breathe Father’s Spirit in our troubled souls,
Forgive our sins and then through us address
Our earth that it with heaven made one whole.
Then our prayers will with angels’ praise unite,
Proclaim your Triune glory over all,
As your truth is for all of us your light,
And mercy triumphs over Adam’s fall.
Our prayers are seen to be of great avail—
No longer will we hear our Rachels wail.