He lights himself on fire
Becoming incense in the air
Smokey trails of desire
Intoxication is everywhere.
There is only the hope and peace
That his loving supplication will be increased
As his aroma is diffused and slowly released
He prays the fragrance will not cease.
Demons he had impelled
Had controlled his mind, with their spell
Through the son, Christ, are now repelled.
Now, his joyful and humble smell
Is
Ever drifting into the sky
Ever lifting as his spirits fly.
Ever growing is his spiritual yearning
Ever blowing is his incense - steadily burning.
Composed By: A. D.
Composed By: A. D.
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