Then another angel, having a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, ascended before God from the angel’s hand.

(Revelation 8:3,4)

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Amidst celestial realms, an angel stands tall,
With censer golden, answering the call.
Given much incense, to blend with prayers pure,
Upon the altar, where saints’ hopes endure.

Smoke intertwines, a sacred dance unfurled,
Ascending high, in reverence twirled.
To God above, the fragrant whispers rise,
In angel’s hands, a sacred compromise.