The Fragrance of God’s Garden

There is a holy wind blowing.
It’s sweeping across the land.
Gods Holy little children bow
Offering up tear stained hands
The Holy wind Is blowing
It’s sweeping across the land
Catching up Holy prayers
The fragrance of God’s Garden.
Up, up they go
To the very throne room of God.
Down, down the answers come
Washed in the precious blood of the lamb.
Do you smell the fragrance?
Another sinner has come to grace.
Do you smell the fragrance?
Holy Jesus is in your place.
So don’t get tired and quit the race.
You are so precious Jesus loves your face.
Keep turning to Him for grace.
Let His love embrace you in the race.