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.