Gathering Children

Some may gather money along the road of life

And some may gather roses and rest from earthly strife;

But I will gather children among the thorns of sin

I’d seek a golden curl or a toothless, freckled grin.

For money cannot enter that land of endless day

And roses that you gather will wilt along the way.

But oh! The laughing children when I cross the sunset sea

When the gates swing wide to heaven I can take them in with me.

                                      --Author unknown

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