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.