I Would Gather Children

Some would gather money
    Along the path of life,
Some would gather roses,
    And rest from worldly strife;

But I would gather children
    From among the thorns of sin,
I would seek a golden curl,
    And a freckled, toothless grin.

For money cannot enter
    In that land of endless day,
And roses that are gathered
    Soon will wilt along the way.

But oh, the laughing children,
    As I cross the sunset sea,
And the gates swing wide to heaven
    I can take them in with me!

                                                                                  author unknown

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