To leave behind fragrance which wafts to and fro,
That beauty might blossom in lives which are worn
And dew-covered flowers might bring a new morn.
Let this fragrance be as a sweet, healing balm
And drift in the air as sereneness and calm,
Bringing refreshing, whispering love,
Seeding new hope from the Father above.
"For we are the sweet fragrance of Christ (which exhales) unto God, (discernible alike) among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing."
II Corinthians 2:15 Amplified Bible
© 2015 Arlene Schwartzkopf