Joy is the messenger, dear Lord, that bears our prayers to Thee
Prayer can be like incense, rising ever higher and higher, or it can be like a low earth-mist clinging to the ground, never once soaring.
The Eye that sees all, the Ear that hears all, knows every cry.
But the prayer of real faith is the prayer of Joy, that sees and knows the heart of Love it rises to greet, and that is so sure of a glad response.
And another angel came … having a golden censer; … and the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand. Revelation 8:3,4