On The Wings of Praise

On The Wings Of Praise

On the wings of praise
With its flapping arms
A bunch of sweet-smelling roses
And the route to go it compass's

On the wings of praise
A petal of pure gold is bestowed
And an oil which comes from
The blazing fire and water

On the wings of praise
Thereon a lost in the thick umbrella
That warms the seed
That births in its multiples

On the wings of praise
Across the smoky fragrance from
The burning bush that remains green
Therein with a graceful glide stiff the prey