Sweet Reprieve Rose

Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose That was thrown on the battle field for my soul The inevitable mortal wound waits for me on yonder hill As the dawn breaks on the time transcribed for me Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose When he was first enclosed For three dark days and three lonely nights Until he returned unto the light Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose When we are first enclosed Waiting for his trumpet to blow And for all of his people to be called home Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose