Sweetest words I can muster for a dear Savior

My Christ, your presence caresses my soul. Like incense I desire my intercession to be. Ever elevating the glow of a soul so enamored. From what depths you lifted me, from what pits I cannot fathom. Captive, set free, now captivated by divinity ever pristine. In the stillness you weight the air. Pride flees and shudders before your exalted presence. Does heaven descend or do You lift Your own?