Altar of Incense

I struggled so long to be pleasing to Jesus
But flesh always got in the way.
The perfume of my life was often a mixture
Of sweetness and by day.

As I struggled to know what it was that He wanted,
I picked my way past the cross.
Never dreaming the beauty of a life laid down there
But seeing it only as loss.

Until that blest day that God's spirit whispered
"The aroma to God would be sweet
If you would give up and cease to struggle,
And let death to self be complete."

Lord, my life I lay down on the Altar of Incense
To be consumed by your fire.
A precious sweet odour ascends ever upward,
Your will, Lord, becomes my desire.

--- Gladys Johnson