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
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 O worthy one
Do not fear, not one minute
For your prayers are in
Golden bowls
Your prayers are in golden bowls!