Don't you smell the blood of christ,
in brothers spreading gospel's light.
despising shame marching forward
with the cross of christ march they onward.
Fearing for nothing and suffering everything
with wounds of love
spread they fragrance of love.
Where are their brothers?
and where are their sisters?
The so called born again brothers
and the so called born again sisters?
No one to intercede for their plight to subside
lonely they stand at their Savior's side,
lonely they stand in the midst of their demise
lonely they stand before their accusers, forbearing their lies.
The one on High looking down with a sigh,
waiting for their brothers lift holy hands on high
waiting in vain for no one to raise
goes Himself to their midst and gives them His grace
Comforting them and tending their wounds,
He tells them all that their brothers are lost,
lost in this world, deceived on the whole
call they themselves believers
and offer themselves to deceivers.
Deceived by pleasures of life,
divided by the religious life.
They have become callous
to the plight of other believers
Care they much for their own flesh and self
forgetting that they have died to their self
wake up believer by dying to yourself
rise up to life by taking up cross on yourself
lift up your hands to the one on High
offer your prayers to the Most High
share ye all the burden of your brothers
who are spreading the fragrance of christ to others
For Christ Himself to stand in your midst,
Surrounding with His grace and His heavenly host's might.
Be ye one as the salt and light
as a little flock yet lovely in the Father's sight.