Along the Path…

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,

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

Author unknown

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