Anonymous
There's an open gate at the end of the road,
Through which each must go alone,
And there, in a light we cannot see,
Our Father claims His own...
Beyond the gate your Mother
Finds happiness and rest,
And there is comfort in the thought
That a loving God knows best. With Sympathy, Janie Penland and Lillian Burt##imported-begin##Janie Penland and Lillian Burt##imported-end##