Incense rises to the sky
Carrying all the pain and cries

Bringing to God our joys and our pleas
As the billowing smoke upkeeps

It goes to heights unseen by us
But to believe is enough

And for a moment all stands still
Hushing fear, cries, and will

As silently it blows and climbs
It traces our tears within its lines
We sit with calm and close our eyes
To slip with the smoke past space and time

Focusing now on the wounded head
True love’s completion never ends