Every morning, I walk past this shrub, and about once a month, a lovely strong scent pervades that passage.
A variant of jasmine, I believe, such a small flower, yet exuding such fragrance, over all who pass by.
Much like undeserved favour, unfettered grace, poured out upon those who least deserve it, and who may scarcely notice it, apart from its irresistability.
Blessed Easter, one and all.
His sacrifice, on Calvary,
Has made the mighty cross, a tree of life for me.