I am worship
embraced by the All-Consuming Fire;
a sweet smelling savor rises
dispelling doubt and despondency.
I ascend
amidst the abundance of joy.
I am worship
bellowed above the din of fury;
a new sound crescendos
flowing faithfully and fervently.
I rest
around the throne of God.
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