~
THE
FRAGRANCE
OF
THY
LOVE
~
LORD,
as I ponder about the path of yore
I
sense the Fragrance of Thy Love
The
path I trod is hard to walk
But
You are there my Lord, my God.
Thy
Fragrance I can sense
It
is the Holy Spirit from above
And,
Lord, if thorns are found upon the way
Forgive
them that hurt and sting my heart.
May
the path that I now trod
Be
Thy Perfect Will for me
And
let the Fragrance of Thy Love
Point
others to the cross of Calvary.
Written
by
Johanna
Stang Hobrath
.
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