Holy Smoke, a song

There's a fragrance filling heaven

A cloud of Holy Smoke

All our praise all our confessions

Every prayer we ever spoke

And the wisp of every voice

That ever called on You

All our hopes and all our joys

Every longing to be made new

Are rising up to you, like Holy Smoke

There's a pillar in the wilderness

A cloud of Holy Smoke

And it's billowing with tenderness

For every heart that ever broke

And it's rising in the desert sky

Ablaze with grace and truth

And its shining in our wandering eyes

And guiding us to you

And it's guiding us to you

Like Holy Smoke, 

May your mercy fill this place

With Holy Smoke, 

O the fragrance of your grace

And let your praises rise

Let your praises rise

Let your praises rise to you

Like Holy Smoke

There's a fragrance filling heaven

A cloud of Holy Smoke

All our praise all our confessions

Every prayer we ever spoke

And the wisp of every voice

That ever called on You

All our hopes and all our joys

Every longing to be made new

Are rising up to you, like Holy Smoke

Like Holy Smoke, 

May your mercy fill this place

With Holy Smoke, 

O the fragrance of your grace

And let your praises rise

Let your praises rise

Let your praises rise to you

Like Holy Smoke