I felt I shouldn't visit grieving - you'd made me sad,
But you are the very ones who should make me glad!
I'd written you before with many tears - forgive
Any who've caused hurt - lest with too much grief such live.
I'll forgive also, lest satan outmaneuver.
When I preached at Troas, there was an open door;
Still, my spirit had no rest, with Titus absent,
So I left, and on to Macedonia went.
But thank God - in Christ He e'er makes us triumph, so
Through us Christ's fragrance spreads in each place that we go,
Life-scented to those saved, but death to those dying -
Some corrupt God's Word, but its truth we're supplying.
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