Children and Eternity

Some would gather money

Along the 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 a golden curl

And a freckled, toothless grin.

For money cannot enter

Into the 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.

~Anonymous~