Golden bowls

Golden bowls

by Joel Howard

Prayers of gold

Diamonds, gold

Sweet smelling incense

Worth untold

Myriads in number

Add their wonder

To the prayers of gold

To the prayers of gold

Henceforth and forevermore

There will be a lie no more

A lie no more

That the saints are worthless

Henceforth and forevermore

We will be alive again

And the recollection ever lives

Of the prayers of old

Of the prayers of old

Do not fear O weary son

Do not fear O weary daughter
Do not fear that your prayers 

go unheard, without worth

Do not fear O weary soldier
Do not fear O worthy one

Do not fear, not one minute

For your prayers are in 

Golden bowls

Your prayers are in golden bowls!