With my hands folded in prayer,
I turn my eyes to you.
I thank you for the gifts that pass
And then are born anew,
For they reflect the truth I hold,
The faith that pulls me through,
That we are never lost to death
When we are born in you.
Psalm 141:2
May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.
May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.
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