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