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 will wilt along the way.
But oh, the laughing children as we cross the sunset sea,
And the gates swing wide to Heaven, I'll take her in with me....
Off to Honduras! ðŸ‡ðŸ‡³
5 years ago
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