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Prayers Like Incense

My prayers rise before God like sweet incense. Before him all my facades fall away. I am left standing without a pretense And I am left with not a word to say. His glory once again fills his temple And all the things of this world become dim. Before his great holiness I tremble And all I can see are visions of him.

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