Heaven’s gate swung gently open,
The Master called softly, “Come,”
And you, dear one, took the Master’s hand,
And your work on earth was done.
We’ll never cease to miss you,
And shed many silent tears,
Because we cannot share with you
Our hopes, our joys, our fears.
But one day, in God’s garden,
When the Master calls us to come.
You’ll be at the gates with open arms
And say to us, “Welcome Home!”

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My Friend
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