One Little Rose

I would rather have one little rose,
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers,
When my stay on earth must end.


I would rather have one pleasant word,
In kindness said to me,
Than flattery when my heart is still,
And life has ceased to be.


I would rather have a loving smile,
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed around my casket,
When this world I've bid adieu.


So bring me flowers today,
That I can gaze upon;
I'd rather have one blossom now,
Than a truck load when I'm gone.


"And above all things have
fervent love for one another, for
love will cover a multitude of sins."
1 Peter 4:8 (NKJ)

[ Author Unknown -- from T. Foster ]