I SAW THE INCENSE

  

                                                                                                                                                    I saw the incense rise last night.

In the middle of the night it woke me.

Startling, intriguing, amazing.

Entranced, I saw spirals rising to heaven
from around the globe,

from every continent.

It was the prayers of the saints!

Precious & fragrant,

steady & insistent,

daytime & nighttime,
smoky beauty

rising.

Oh Lord, would You honor their faith?

Would You please show them Your glory?

 Would You reward their sacrifice of love & tears?

Would You bless each one who has entered into our family´s battle?

Would You let them see You move?

Thank You, Lord, for the rising incense,

for the offerings of faith,

for the warfare in the heavenlies,

for the songs & the whispers,

for the childlike & the old,

for the irrelevance of denomination & religion.

Hear the saints, Oh Lord.

hear their desperation,

hear their pleas,

hear their faith,

hear their widow-like insistence,

hear their child-like simplicity,

hear the loud ones & the silent ones,

the bold & the gentle,

 the confident & the trembling.

I am one of these, Lord.

Hear us and act, we pray.

Show Yourself to the world!

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