Breathe real deep and tell me friend
The air you breathed that has no end
Pristine, GOD made, that filled your lungs
From birth till death. all His unsung
Speak to me and know your pause
Was His to give and just because
His breath of life would make it so
To breathe once more for you to know
Love has a fragrance all His own
Not sold on shelves or garden grown
Nor on TV or Bloomingdale's
Be still and read what it entails
He walked to leave a message for
You so loved by Him nails bored
Into a frame that Heaven sent
Fragrance unlike that Hell resents
His scent Divine pours on souls
If one should ask and cries take hold
The hands perfumed by blood His own
The sacrifice of Lamb disowned
Not Polo or Calvin Klein
Nor found in bottle of any kind
Nor sprayed or dabbed by scent in fashion
But yours to have, His greatest passion
So breathe real deep again dear friend
For life's last breath will come and end
The catch will be what scent you poured
Upon the soul He's spoken for
Or did you choose to just ignore
The stench of sin in heart yours stored
