My voice
I have an instrument built right in My voice in prayer to God My words aloud, specific, not proud Proceed from the trail I've trod That's the point, it's the only point In the past and later Immemorial and eternal He's redeemer and creator I'm in the bowl, one of many All our prayers are golden Our incense at great expense To Christ we are beholden That's the point, it's the only point In the past and later Immemorial and eternal He's redeemer and creator That's the point, it's the only point In the past and later Immemorial and eternal He's redeemer and creator. Psalms 54:2 2 O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth. Revelation 5:8 8 And when he had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each holding a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.