Do I approach prayer
as a cry in the night,
a last resort in the midst of calamity,
a desperation only when I can do no more,
a compulsory repeating of words
that reach no higher than the ceiling,
or that which don't really matter at all?
Or do I see prayer as it really is,
a form of worship,
His listening ear
and my responsive heart,
the blessing of being together,
the deepening of relationship,
the sharing of life together,
the richness of conversation
with Almighty God,
that which changes the world
and transforms me?
...with golden bowls of incense
which are the prayers of the saints.
Revelation 5.8
God does not just hear our prayers to Him,
He treasures them
as words from His beloved
so precious
that He keeps these cherished words
in golden bowls,
a sweet aroma that becomes even sweeter
and ever more adored.
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