I Would Gather Children

Some would gather money
Along this path of life;
Some would gather roses,
And rest from earthly strife.

But I would gather children
From among the thorns of sin;
I would seek some little curl
Or an awkward, toothless grin.

For money cannot enter in
That land of endless days;
And roses that are gathered soon
Will wilt along the way.

But, oh, the laughing children,
As I cross that sunset sea;
And the gates swing wide to heaven --
I can bring them in with me.

Author Unknown