May the Lamb that was slain receive the reward of His suffering!
Let them smell it! Let them smell the fragrance of your worship. Let them smell the sweetness of My love. For lo, the perfume of My love, My mercy, My grace and My goodness will fill the air. I am that lily of the valley. I am that rose of Sharron. As you crucify self and flesh, the perfume of your love for Me rises up and fills the atmosphere. For behold, it is no longer you who lives but Christ who lives in you. I tell you this, all will smell it. It will draw many. It will confound the wise and it will repel the enemy. For lo, it is the smell of heaven. It is the smell of that living sacrifice, a sweet odor, lovely and pure and wonderful in My sight sayeth the Lord.