A rose grew by the garden path,
A child took a sniff, ran away with a laugh.
A short time later, a man walked by,
Smelled the rose and made a pleasant sigh.
Now, I’ll ask a question, if I may.
If the rose were sniffed by a hundred noses,
Would the rose lose its fragrance by the end of the day?
So, what is my lesson from the rose?
Jesus’ love suffers no loss,
No matter the number who partake at the cross.