No beauty, yet hidden in plainness
As the lily between the green leaves
Seemingly frail, nothing impressive
Yet the fragrance, sweet, unforgettable
Of tender yearning love even present
In anguished cries to people of woe
Of longing still for those who would say no
The essence of humility added
To its charms as the fragrance allured
People to His ever- waiting arms
Crushed like lilacs for costly perfume
Bottled in fragile, flimsy glass flasks
Filled with self’s soot and smoky black ash
And the muddy waters of so-called love
We flasks cannot empty ourselves
But must ask God to dump out smoky
Mud mix and wash us with heavenly
Water so we can receive God's blend
The sweet, unique fragrance, a fragrance
Better than lavender lilac spray
Aroma to pour out day by day
Moment by moment going Life’s way
This special fragrance is ours to spread
The matchless scent of our supreme head
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