THE FRAGRANCE OF SURRENDER

Has something burned to embers?
All has not been lost
He gives beauty for the ashes
He repays in full, the cost
Let your heart become the altar
Upon which the sacrifice is made
Lifting up a sweet aroma
From where the offering is laid
The sweet fragrance of surrender
Where the flames grow higher
Your will, burning to ashes
In a sacred, holy fire
Has something burned to embers?
All has not been lost
He gives beauty for the ashes
He repays in full, the cost