Incense upon the paths of thought.

A mind turns, seeking the face of God.

What swelling joy past pain that blossoms
Sweetly grace Your garden wall
To rise again in clouds of light
In answer to your ageless call.

We offer sacred incense,
Lord,
And taste the hidden honey,
God,
And learn your wondrous innocence
And purity past giving.

Poured out,
The golden bowl was broken.

Alive, the sacred Son arose.

Son of God,
Messiah,
Jesus,
Savior, God,
Messiah,
Jesus,

Walking still upon the water . . .

Let the sacred moment come.