Thanksgiving: Prayer

How easily my spirit faints—

my words too weak to hold

the weight of what I ought to say.

And yet before God’s throne,

where angels make His glories known

and His glory lights the way,

the incense wafts from bowls of gold—

the prayers of the saints. 

 

Father, thank You for prayer.

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