THE OPEN GATE
There's an open gate at the end of the road
Through which each must go alone;
And there is a light we cannot see;
Our Father claims his own.
Beyond the gate our loved one
Finds happiness and rest;
And there is comfort
In the thought
That a loving God knows bestAuthor Unknown
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