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.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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