Friday, February 6, 2015

"A Sweet Aroma to You"

My heart, it never feels pure
Wayward and divided with
Guilt I can hardly endure

But You, Faithful and True,
long to hear my voice, and say
my prayers are precious to You!

My heart You treasure and love
To heal and to redeem it
You came from Heaven above

You took every hardened part
—every dark thought and desire—
and died to give me Your heart

Now, like sage smoke my prayers rise
—a sweet, fragrant aroma—
from one who’s now pure in Your eyes

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