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Exodus 30, a fragrant tale,
Of incense rising, a sacred veil,
A golden altar, pure and bright,
A symbol of worship's holy light.
With sweet spices, a blend so rare,
The altar filled with scented air,
A cloud of smoke, a sweet perfume,
A sign of prayers, to God's own room.
A symbol of intercession's might,
In Exodus 30, a beacon of light,
As incense rises, hearts are raised,
In reverence and awe, God is praised.
A reminder of God's presence near,
A call to worship, loud and clear,
Exodus 30, a sacred place,
Where heaven meets earth, in boundless grace.