Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God,
is the smoke that clouds the air
with the prayers of the wayfarers
and the downtrodden, with the songs
of grief and hope, protest and sacrifice.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God,
is the oil that blesses the heads
of the ancestors and pours down
their faces, the oil harvested from
seeds they planted in prophetic love.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God,
is the word of judgment that
heals a heart, the word of mercy
that releases joy, and the word
of faith that deepens wisdom.

May your sweetness be ours
and our sweetness be yours, O God,
in the air and the earth and the word.

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