Our prayers, like clouds, hover in the air
Filling the room with fragrance so fair
In the presence of the most High God
Surrounded by a cloud of witnesses
And a sea of saints and angels
We dare to sit before the King
And, to his feet, our petitions bring
A day in the halls and courts of Heaven
Are better than a thousand years apart
And even a few minutes changes the day
If I can stop, give thanks, and pray
Lord, I want to give you all control
I want to let you lead me to green pasture
But I am so weak and fragile
I am comfortable with my vice and sin
It is by your grace alone that sets me free
To realize all you have called me to be
Make me mindful of your great love
And your awesome affection