Friday, April 27, 2012

Life Story


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!

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