Verse 1
Everywhere I go, the scent remains,
a whisper of love, a call to grace.
Some will breathe and find their way,
others turn and walk away.
Chorus
The fragrance of Christ, it lingers still,
calling the weary, speaking His will.
Life to the broken, hope to the lost,
but some refuse, and count the cost.
Verse 2
A presence carried, unseen yet near,
filling the air with mercy’s cheer.
Some find healing in its touch,
others fear they’ve breathed too much.
Chorus
The fragrance of Christ, it lingers still,
calling the weary, speaking His will.
Life to the broken, hope to the lost,
but some refuse, and count the cost.
Verse 3
Through every season, day, and night,
the scent remains, a guiding light.
Wherever we walk, it does not fade,
it calls, it waits, it stands unchained.
Verse 4
So let me carry, bold and true,
the fragrance of Christ in all I do.
Though some will love and some will hate,
His truth endures, His love won’t fade.