I was reminded of the precious gift of life. Watch this. (be sure to grab a kleenex first.)
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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!
~Author Unknown~
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