Prayers when they reach heaven become fragrant roses, pouring out their holy perfume before God. As from gardens of flowers blooming on the earth, fragrance rises, sweetening all the air, so from homes and hearts of praying ones, God’s children in this world, there rises continually to God holy incense, a pure offering, sweet fragrance. God smells a sweet savor when we pray believingly, sincerely, adoringly, with love.
The Blossom of Thorns (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1905), 236. The Blossom of Thorns (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1905), 236.
