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 little child with
a big and toothless grin.
For money cannot enter in
the land of endless day,
And roses that are gathered
soon 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!
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