Burning Incense
Praise My God.
Rise up and shout for joy.
Make everything worthy of Him.
To sing a song and praise Him.
The scent sends a sound to my mind of Him.
I am thinking always to make the day go round.
The smoke is spirit and not the flesh, and here
I stand above the rest.
So, burning incense cover me now,
that I may know my Lord some how.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015
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