What sweet aromas fill the air
When saints true oneness know
Rich fragrance permeates the scene
God’s blessings there do flow.

Like precious oil on Aaron’s robes
A presence sensed by all
Refreshing as the morning dew
On Zion’s hills doth fall.

A special blessing God confers
On all who dwell as one
An endless life like His above
In them has just begun.

© J Dan Small